It is the amalgamation of the higher and the lesser
Which makes one a story to be written about.
I often find myself battling with this constant fear
That everything that will happen will eventually be put to doubt.
I have fought and won numerous times & yet the war wages on,
Invalidation of all that has been done, especially the good
Makes me loose on the dreams which are supposed to be held on.
Decently, I think & arrive at misunderstood.
Today marks a day which I may or may not like
But to have this day erased, is something I surely would not.
If there is any escape from this unreasoned ambiguity, I would definitely take the hike;
For as long as there is something to hold on to, every perceived moment deserves a sight;
In this opinionated globe where each day needs to be judged,
Overbearing seems to be a fairly appropriate word.
This document we make everyday, hope it remains untouched
For history accounts for all those who no longer can be heard.
The Poet and the Pen 