As I muse over my life now,
I can perceive things in a better way;
Some days seem to be optimal while others not so gay;
Rushing along my corporeal path, I somewhere mislaid my hopeful
ray.
As I muse over my life now,
I can perceive through all the facades and the pretense;
All the people who blarneyed me for their own convenience;
Yet some tarried behind to help me with my grievance.
As I muse over my life now,
I can perceive my deeds well, with sagacity and meaning;
All my wounds and abrasions have now started healing;
The contusions inflicted upon me are now, with buoyancy,
teeming.
As I muse over my life now,
I see how far my heart has come;
It's been played, stabbed, cheated, burned and broken, but still
remembers to love;
It has taught me to shed tears for others and not deplore over
something's that's done.
As I muse over my life now,
I see how stupendously I have grown;
Leaving behind my inane innocence, umpteen times I've been torn;
But always picked those pieces up because life is not for the
ones who mourn.
For these musings are nothing more than my heart sobbing and
wailing for the world to fathom it outside;
Although regrets I have none, life would've been better with
some tranquil time;
Looking back has made me realize how each moment has been so
amazing and divine;
Yet I still struggle to find my long-lost hopeful light.