Should I move forward?
Lots of ways out there to pass through
I am about to take a trip,
But I do not work out to take steps.
Barely do I change,
I stick up for my position in confidence.
Lying down, I let this season pass by.
I visualize demanding moves.
I picture out its every distant dream.
Sketching all my imaginations,
I look ahead to step forward.
I speak up to believe myself.
On the contrary,
I foresee space for another line.
Trouble-free, a simple one
Offering liberty, I take pleasure in travelling.
I do not find myself on this road,
Inventing luxuries, the hard-hitting move designed for me.
I route my age positioning myself,
On the same page,
From where I was about to take a trip,
I didn’t work out to take any step.
I let all seasons pass by.
Till time will trace my rhythm to travel by