Road will be taken
I am really sorry Mr. Frost to disappoint you.
I have my whole life in front, but don't know what to do.
I wanted to mould this life with my own hand.
I slowly understood they are just dream made of sand.
I wanted to choose the road less travelled and take a glance.
But the wave is too strong, sand never had a chance.
I wanted to go off-road and make my own trails.
I forgot its a labyrinth, it seems right only in tales.
Here I am complaining to my life as always.
I am asking you, what can I do except counting last days.
Hey man, take it easy, the life is very long.
You will find a place where you belong.
Actually I am still standing in the yellow wood.
Staring at the less travelled road, yes I should.
I said I will take you, just wait for sometime.
The world is not ready, it will take it as a crime.