Ironing out our Ironies
Pretend to be smart or act like you’re dumb
Know your
moves but ‘no’ your grooves
A world of being
liked or else commented on
Always
being judged and validated on
Did you
ever realize you’re part of one big chase
Lost in
transition, not everything’s fair
How can it
be fair? Else I would be call a racist!
Prove
yourself at every stage yet deliver your bit
I try hard
to live in sanity and bring out my wit
To keep me
going, seems rushed at times
No clarity,
no purpose, no direction I find
Losing weight,
my calm, my mind.
We are made
to sit in boxes, expected to think outside the box
What a paradox
it is, I find it hard to comprehend
Only wars
were fought once upon a time
And now we
fight for even being heard
The problem
is the solution itself
Come to my aid,
my rescue
Trial and
error are one big chance
Challenge or
opportunity to dance
Distancing
was great but was of no use
Spaced out
completely, off went my fuse
Controlled
by lives and destinies
Choice we
make, Ironing out our Ironies!
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