There are no guarantees
Life throws things at you
You can catch or miss them
But they will come, ready or not
I always looked for the real thing
Never trusting in the possibility
Risk-taking not my forte
Staying safe at all costs
Even playing it safe is not certain
Safe has hurt me
Zero risk gets zero gain
Sometimes playing it safe costs you more
It has me,
In not fighting the battle
you may lose the war
In not believing in a dream
You may never sleep peacefully again
So let go of the fear
Reach out for the flame
So what if you get burned
Better that then numb for life
Better to remember passion and joy
Along with the pain and tears
Then to have no memories worth
Remembering
So to hell with safe
I am going to gamble and bet
Until I win back everything I lost
And my life is what it was meant to be . . .
1 comment:
Hey Dush,
This has nothing to do with this blog. I have been doing some study about Sri lanka lately and have a question for you. Do the Sinhalese people believe that they are closely related to the Bengalis from India? I found that the first known ruler of Sri Lanka, Vijaya Singha/Sinha, is widely believed to have hailed from Vanga (Bengal)!
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