Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Just a random rhyme

I live in a constant fear,
Of loss of everything dear,
I anticipate every moment,
As an upcoming doom omen.
I read all the quotes,
All about happiness it connotes,
I cannot seem to shake off,
A thought of possible lay off.
At the deathbed not to regret,
And, travel tales to beget.
Maybe I should let go,
The disguised-as-work, throes.
Alternatives, I don’t have many,
The gutsy ones, I much envy,
Forever, on the right path,
I incur my own wrath.
Whimsical, I want to be,
Unburdened and just free,
This shall never happen,
I will continue misshapen.