RIGHTS AND WRONGS

Peddling my way through the dusty roads,

Things are not the same as they were supposed..

This time is what is fleeting away,

Making me numb, no happiness, no gay.

Running behind the wrongs is all that i have done,

And those wrongs where unachievable,

Made me cry, lead to what i have become.

A lost soul, isolation aboard,

This wasn't certainly my life plan's core.

A shake to truth is what i need,

I strive to resist, resist the change that made me bleed.

Now i know the facts leading up to a worthy life,

It all lies within, no wonder, no strife.

I learnt it, learnt d hard way though,

And dis precious piece, i let it bloom, let it grow.

Life is not about running behind those wrongs,

It is waiting for those rights to come whether or not they take long.

Because wrongs might abandon u, transforming u into a new soul,

But those rights, they make u smile, make u wade your way through your goal.