Poezja

'Go home, Carry on, 
Whichever the case, 
What's wrong....? ? '
'Nothing's wrong, 
Just the pain, '
'But, it's become a routine'
'Now with every game, 
I play, 
I sing a single song, 
'Nothing's Wrong, Just Carry On'.'
Flexibility is what you ask for, 
But in 'some' people, 
Rigidity is glued to the core, 
So with every ongoing chore, 
'I will carry on, don't roar.'
'Keep every scream, every grief
To yourself'
You order  
But this heart betrays every order, 
That goes against itself, 
So right now, I will carry on, 
But, Beware, 
'Of this Waging War'