and it's true
My words,
they all surround and
try to reach you..
Otherwise seem lost,
Somewhere..
Maybe of this,
you've a clue..
It's unfair, I know
Never meant for a due.
In terms of maturity,
I'm an 'Immature';
I deny to grow,
My mind's too slow.
I keep asking a cure..
When, say when be freed?
Of whom?
Don't know!?
There's no cure, perhaps
Trapped?
No one does
Better control,
Thoughts and actions
Next time, for sure
This time, was good
Just for a change..
I'll find better remedies,
Or again will retrace
My fond habits..,, while
Resolution waits for
Some other day,
To be followed....
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