The miniscule fragments of life,
Have various stories with numerous emotions,
The sheer sneak glance of the bygone,
Crumples heart question,
Whose is this entirely altered depiction,
Where is the sterling you,
The fresh, dynamic, zealous spirit,
As pure as the drop of dew,
Is no more identical, it's completely new.
Not all are blessed to stay raw,
Despite the error, despite the flaw,
Some change to be better precise,
To grow strong, to be wise,
They suppress emotions,
To fight the odds,
To combat survival they accept change,
Staking their identity that goes strange.
Not equal opportunities everyone gain,
Nor is equal everyone's pain,
But.....
Perception matters in shaping life,
That turns the wheel wins the strife,
But even if you lose,
Don't stay disheartened,
Keep moving don't refrain,
Soul is still pure wisdom is sane.