Sense of being wrong...

posted under by Vagabond
When I was small the world was so pretty
Life was so fun , the days were so sunny
Had a good nights sleep every time I went to bed
Was it a dream, that was too good to be real.

One day the colors of my life decided to fade
Everything surrounding me began to change
I was so unprepared for this new phase
All I could do was to fall without a fight.

Sometimes I wonder where i am going
These roads are not taken before
The world is not the same anymore
And my life is not just mine anymore..


And all those wonderful things,
Those dreams were over so fast
How did this happen to me
How did i end up at the wrong place..

There are whispers all around me
Telling me its time to get on with it
I want to break free and move on
Than just flowing with the stream..


Time is flying past but my life is so still
Walking on the same roads against my will
My soul is searching something, i don't know
Or am I searching my soul, i wish i know..

Will this be the place i really belong
Will i ever rise from the ashes of my dreams
The pain is so much, i wish i could bury all the grudge
But how can i forget those who are there only to judge..

In all these confusions and struggles
Something keeps on reminding me
You are just the wrong person at wrong place
Or is this the wrong time, who knows...

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