things look damn good,
and the future reflects a smile.
Some are rather short-lived,
the rest never ever good,
perhaps in the very first place.
Usually it begins with ambition,
and ambition comes determination,
then egoism steps in,
and a little too much insistence,
and the downfall begins.
Look at the mess you have caused,
right from the little things,
up to the big bad happenings,
you have wronged at everything.
When it didn't seem right,
you pushed ahead might,
when it seems crashing down,
you believed it won't drown.
Right till this very day,
nothing ever looked right,
but it is all a little too late,
and there is nothing you can do.
They have finally left,
it would have been a feast,
but now they are pissed,
little we know what's underneath.
Why do you make people,
make people carry your bags,
where lives and futures lie,
and now nothing but bye.
Often times I would have pity,
but equal times I am angry,
for broken promises recycle,
time and time again.
I wish you know her life,
where thorns and wry,
never seem to die,
but she never want to sigh.
If you could turn back,
and see all you have achieved,
and see the remaining pieces,
lying around half dead,
and at least wish,
that you had never made,
so many of the wishes,
you once confidently make.
If only the time machine existed,
to realize what you have done,
to never put all these things,
right ahead of all others.
But the present can only wish,
for the past won't repeat,
now look towards the final dish,
where no mercies meet.
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