Own Life

One step low, one step high..

I am still where I was as time slips by…

People come, people go ..

I still don’t know who I really know…

Is it love?? or is it hate ..

Can I figure it out before it’s too late????

I am blamed that I have changed…

Why shouldn’t I; when all the others do the same….

For I am the master ..

But still my own slave….

I live my own life….

to go down my own grave…

For once I realize the crux of life …….

And the very next; I do forget …

That life is a function of time and luck ,

And I still don’t know which flowers to pluck…