Issue With Us.

There's always some issue with us , 

Some teensy pain in the arse always . 

My friend , there's always this issue with us

That we always have our mess to chase.

Often, we don't pick it to solve. 

Always we fetch it from the infinity to bear. 

Rarely , do we try to understand.

And not choose get it some air ?!

Has been a while , when my pal and I tried to discuss ,

My clinging self stuck to pluck the root out of his mind.

"What a fuss !" 

He mused.

There's this always one hell of a game,

To try to tell him , 

Not to run . 

But all that I heard from him , from world was 

"Oh , that shit is lame."

Have we not understood it really?

The mental peace is when you bring it. 

Picking out the deal out of it , 

Is when it's sailing , 

Away. 

Talk. And try to get a hold over it.

Laugh , and shove it all off your head.

Because in real the beauty is in your brain.

Have the optimism for it to be fed.