Maybe I am not ready.
For the changes about to happen
For people expecting me to behave
For sitting with people
And laughing on their talks
Expressing my opinion
Maybe I can’t be the person
Life is an Illusion
Which keeps us going to find what we seek
Maybe my wanting has nothing to do with the life
You have to work hard to get a life that you wish for
All through the age and then one day you die instead to live
I just want to sit read and write
Maybe I am lazy enough
Maybe I don’t see the love in people anymore
It’s all blank for me
And I don’t know what to write on black love anymore
Maybe you are laughing at me
I too can see the reason for it
Still, I don’t want to stop you
Maybe if maybe you could try to see
That I am not normal that you thought me to be.
You feel you know me
Maybe you see me as you expect me to be.
I am far your reach
Maybe I am a wandering soul
And I don’t even exist.