Life

I am,in the situation of robert frost

Life is giving me choices among the rest

I have to choose one,at my own cost

And that,what would be my quest.

I sit up in my bed thinking all night,

Is there anything which will make everything all right?

Yep,It is to hold my dream tight,

And to make it true ,even fight.

Life gives me a mixture of emotions

It tries to make  me stay

Am standing among all the commotions

Wanting to make my way.

I need to pave my way to make myself, alive

Have to care for my dears, make them say

This is for what you gotto live

What am i gonno do to yay?

Letting go of my dream is to let go of my life

Without my life,why the hell should i stand on this worldly knife?