
Before being a puppet
Of my evil thoughts, I choose to be a fighter. Before being Machine I want to realise the reality.
Before being a robot
I want to listen my voice of heart.
The hide and sick of demon and angel
Can’t decide my character Can’t change my inner factor… Why should sum of emotions I can’t surrender my inner esteem
decide my math of life.?
I am enough for my calculations
I can’t surrender my morals..
One day fever of mind will go away
One day parameter of overthinking will low down… Provocations
And I will definitely rise like a PhoenixTo colour my life
To colour my life
To rearrange my blunders
To be my controller
To be a winner
Against
My thoughts
Illusions

