"THE TRAGIC OR THE MAGIC?"
An impetuous menacing peculiar judgemental life,
I suspect,"where am I belong to you're real or unreal?"
Perhaps I'm inquesting message in the way of everything,
"Did I do this on purpose?" - seems to be desperate level.
I'm hardly trying to get rid out of your ceaseless bond,
A demotivated futile onerous hapless lass.
I'm drowning into ocean of gloom and blue,
Like a huge rope in a pathetic loss.
I'm seeking an acquaint with epitome of behaviour,
To find out the embodiment figure of authenticity.
The Raindrop's precipitation,lasts it's
That drizzle makes me feel complete explicit of veracity.
To restrain and peace that is retrieving from elite soul,
Being a saviour just a transformation an oodles of ecstatic.
An exuberant demureness brings out the spirits and the morals,
Life is to be intend with "The Tragic or The Magic?"