Let yourself die in every passing moment so that you enjoy your present.
Life is too short to feel bad and show resent.
People come and people go,
If you stood in a corner and cry, the world would never hear nor know.
Then, why feel bad?
Why shed tears or anyways feel sad?
These words spoken in anguish shall prick those satin ears,
Which heard nothing except sweet lies.
But I know the storm that rages in my heart, growing stronger each moment,
Wagging its vicious tail, stinging me each moment.
Yet it cannot kill my desire to live
To live, to dream, to rise in joy and bliss
Amidst the vortex of despair, I let a silent prayer, a silent wish.