Question the intent, not the ability

Write something that all desire

Happy ending to say the least

Try not to explore the dark side

Instead go for “love in your arms”

And “happy animals in the farms.”

No big task, as it seems

If movies can do it, why can’t I

Just make up a story filled with sorrow

But end it with tears of joy.

All those pitiful souls out there

Will look up to my work in need of inspiration

To fill their sad lives with joy

To raise their spirit and experience elation.

Then it happened, the inevitable

I start to doubt myself beyond limits

As it turns out, I failed to defend

I didn’t question my abilities, I questioned my intent.

Isn’t that what we all survive on

Difficult choice that you have fought

First impression might seem just right

But you always go with your second thought.

And second thought, it was for me

I’m not the one to elate the spirits

I’d rather be an outcast than commit this fraud

Coz I know what I’m meant to be

And it’s definitely not to play the God.

It’s true, as they all say

You have to be what you are meant to be

If voices from within tell you otherwise

You’re choosing to betray your own identity.

You can run away or move on

It’s a dreadful life and you’re caught

Your choice will depend on one single factor

Which of the options was your second thought.

As much as I may claim

I’m not a man of many thoughts

Than to try something different

I’d rather give up and flee

So it boils down to one thing

I’ve become a prisoner of my own identity.