Karma
What have done to deserve all this trouble?
gone through every single struggle
its like the next door is a free fall.
Blown like the wind,
Fought like a fiend,
A warrior fighting for no win,
A Shoulder but not for me to lean,
A tornado without the devastating spin,
Odor with no smell
thats the metaphor that i have seen,
If giving up is a sin, then im going to hell,
as he rung the bell,
its time to tell.
that im not doing too well.
the most everlasting enemy i ever faught,
As we face to face with the glory i sought,
Remembering what the wise man told me,
“you’ll never beat him you see”,
“even if you try and end it with a dot”,
Listen to the point where my heart boils,
Fueled with anger and rage that belongs to the soil,
As the food spoil,
water turn to oil,
An aging metaphor of all,
hit the wall and fall,
Didnt got up on my feet,
Looking at myself so small,
staring at myself with defeat,
And he came to call,
Looked up above from where he speaks,
As Karma stood tall,
