*scribble scribble*

weeds be part of the roads in life
doors and pathways are for us to find
different paths lay different things
notice the tiny ones, what give what brings
go south they say, but my heart craves for north
sometimes u hear, follow your heart, that's wrong.

remains of it turns into dust and ashes
mind body heart and soul speaks for words that clashes
none of the red is sweet when its blood
dancing under the rain with roses in cotton candy flood

meanings in life, what do they mean?

offering mysteries and roads i cant see

how i longed for a fairy tale to be

bad things has to happen though no villians in script

my path is uncertain, let alone my life

looking at it now makes me doubt and wonder
very often i was struck by thunder

living that life, where does it lead to?
feeling that warmth, do i still have a cold spot?

is this how it'l be? will i walk, fly or fall?

ill always be building a shield frm now
over it all in case i fall
everything lies in the hands of me
underneath beautiful stars, the bright sun and...... uncertainty