frozen

inclining to self and to believe in,

to decide what is mine and not

it isn’t new to lose opportunity

on the other side of my choice
I learnt it young, played and

appears now a awful pattern 

taking away from my hand,

but yet leaving it right to the time

having known the delicacies

but cleansing for a self in me

what it promises, I break

and what it breaks, I break again

far in a corner, expecting a none

when everything seems a vow

failing to win over what I want

still thinking of a time expired

but dreaming over the future

where my choices still live

its not a letdown, but truth

that I enjoy at times, I do

after all, choice was mine

to disprove the only choice

and think of a bigger place

where choices are mine

Srik

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