Me And My Life

Sometimes I catch myself holding the memories of my past days,
How often I took hold of my life & left it always;
It was an illusion in the whole life I've spent,
I wonder whether it'd be the same for which I'd have to repent;
The troubles I bore, those experiences bitter & sour,
Can I make it up with the tool of
confidence or leave it as I did
here before
I can just make others happy in my life
so that I could get that peace,
My life which slipped from my hands af it was smeared in grease;
My parents who need precision,
Could they come to that decision?
Which'd make me great in their sight...
from which I'd not have to weep at night..!
Can I shape my life along my road to death?
By thinking of this I just pause & hold my breath....