Struggle is Real
It's not easy,
The transitions and the leaps
It's a bumpy road,
At times too steep and sometimes way too flat
It's like a turmoil way beneath in the ocean
Many a times the rippling effect is visible,
But almost most of the time invisible to naked eyes.
The war is between heart and mind,
One not ready to accept but trying to adept
And the other giving a logical advice.
We will find a way and survive
The deceptive figure of speech of the mind.
But then too the turbulence doesn't reside
There are hundreds of feeling and emotions,
Playing their own tune and pulling the unknown strings, of fear, insecurities, confusion.
Their is fire to to hear all this, there a drum roll that the battle is to be won by us
Because at the end again a turn will come and with that a new tune will be playing in the heart and mind.
The war never ends, the song never stops, it keeps on rolling till the gramophone comes to rest.
The transitions and the leaps
It's a bumpy road,
At times too steep and sometimes way too flat
It's like a turmoil way beneath in the ocean
Many a times the rippling effect is visible,
But almost most of the time invisible to naked eyes.
The war is between heart and mind,
One not ready to accept but trying to adept
And the other giving a logical advice.
We will find a way and survive
The deceptive figure of speech of the mind.
But then too the turbulence doesn't reside
There are hundreds of feeling and emotions,
Playing their own tune and pulling the unknown strings, of fear, insecurities, confusion.
Their is fire to to hear all this, there a drum roll that the battle is to be won by us
Because at the end again a turn will come and with that a new tune will be playing in the heart and mind.
The war never ends, the song never stops, it keeps on rolling till the gramophone comes to rest.
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