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?

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