My Ρσєтяу

I was moving and crawling 

and now keeping this track on.

But the real me is lagging me,

hiding and cheating me wrong

I am making the pillars with 

base of my dreams.

But its dithering me, withering me

and slithering me right on.

I've been walking round

inside the maze, where no 

end i found

but now i am a butterfly

liberated from the cocoon

ready to take a devoid flow

The breeze seems little friendly

the sun is bright in the sky

No more is i urge for but solely

everything is wry, sure dry

To have the rays fallen to my soul

I need a hand having eternal parole

And that just calm me when my breathe 

is so fast, when i stumble and fall

gives me backup support....

Well its time, comes and goes 

I tried to grow with my 

friends and foes...

But in this new place

i am lacking both

its making me sick and 

availing cons not pros

Should i not expect

what i think i would have

Is it so hard for almighty to serve

Am I in hurry or its time to be lone

is it engraved so I utterly takes on....