You Are On Your Way, Anyways...

Why take on cowardly route
To shut the breath of life now?
You had little will as off-shoot;
What makes you plan final bow?

You are nothing but an escapist,
When you decide the outcome
Of failure as death, and then mist
The sound of life's pulsating hum.

Slashing and hanging and jumping
And deliberate crashing and fall;
Overdose, delinquency and foxing
Are all cowardice and small call.

Look at yourself in pathetic plight;
Do you look like you are meant to be?
You are the one who took this flight,
Now stand before mirror and see!

How you fall from your own eyes!
How dark, grey and glum you look!
Where is the light and will to rise?
Where is the author of life's book?

You are much bigger than any problem.
You are meant to ride, not be ridden.
You are life's flag and bright emblem.
You are meant to shine, not be hidden.

How can you succumb to strife!
You are of the highest living order.
You are the maker of intelligent life.
You are meant to transcend border.

Life is a gift, to preserve and respect.
It is a legacy that you have earned.
It is meant to be cherished, not wrecked;
It is meant to be lived and learned.

_anyways_