Fact or Fixation

The passing by had never been easy for the free, pulling up the strings was never my forte or the will of the thee, forever in a fix to fix many posed solutions, running in blind circles, chasing the probable situations.

Many places to be, and hundred of errands to run, stopping by every corner and looking for the right reasons for fun, the true point of the existence was rested on the edge, life at this point bottled up in a moment was on a ledge.

Experimented the journey sought through, forever the so-called march the circle looked ‘fool’ proof, the paint of the canvas and the light on the window was just bright, I think I had started my journey on the right flight.

For now, I am here, with myself and my dreams alive, the moments that passed by me remind me of my thrives, lustre and shine was never my unfound love, running was never cool, all I could think of flying like a dove.