I once wondered what if I was just
A maybe or a second thought;
What if I wasn’t understood?
But then, a sweet secret angel appeared,
It felt like she lifted me……
She made me realize my map is my map.
The prople’s maps are their.
I was not a maybe for anyone;
I wasn’t a second thought!
I was a ‘lucky find.’
She provoke the rebel inside me for good;
She weaved the gap between me and the ‘overthinker’ me,
She burst open the bottle of my talents……
She was the cause I god rid of all those ‘what ifs.’
She brought out the light in the sub conscious ‘me’
Yeah, no I respectfully say;
It doesn’t matter what others think……
Because even the cosmos cant break me!
My map is mine, your map is yours.
I just faded the line between fate and fiction.
I am not a maybe buddy.
I am resilient born to be brilliant!
The angel remains a secret;
Cause I’m not telling you she’s my treasure.