Yeah it cant done or undone..

Its taking me to the way its cant be hidden..

Writing to the word i still wait for..

Each and every pass i lived for..

Being in life or life beyond  meh..

Confused ,stucked and seeing..

Did i ever write down what i felt?

Or its just a beginning or writing till the end?

Not to give up as already taken up..

Now,

Lets wait n watch while sitting on the couch...