In the end

Its all about you.
when you woke up in your mother's arms.
Since
then,its you from the start.
Its about your selections.
Your choices.
Your world of fantasies.
Its you in the end.

Your life of stars and stardom,
Your scenarios of lust .
Your case of trust.
Your crust.

But some of us fail to realize it.
They live in the thoughts of other's
Basking the scent of someone else's own freedom,
Sometimes,its a case of no smell to your's
Its you in the end.

Yes.its a bit hard.
Very tough.
Its not impossible, isn't ?
To be your own super hero.
To be a one man army.
Saving your own day.

You know after possibly  10 years ..
It will be you.
Your chosen will be your future.

So why don't we start today?
Why to regret tomorrow?
Let tomorrow take care of itself.
You have today.
That's why its called present..

Broken or not doesn't matter.
Cause last time I checked,
Broken crayons still color.
They even shine a lot.
And you know ,
Its full energy is never exhausted.
They still remain.
In tiny spots or in the waste of our hand.
At the back of the book
Or in the attic in the nook.

All you have to is to pluck some courage,
And colour.
Scenery would be beautiful, I promise.
Because its you who's gonna be happy,
When your old mother smiles at you.
The sudden smile will bring you joy.
Inner peace of love.
The divine pleasure.
May be a kiss from your girlfriend.
Who knows what brings you happiness..
let's start today.
Its you.
In the end.