I built my life upon the sand,
I never planned for stability.
If life is fog-bound past your hand,
What need for visibility.
With no compass to guide me
No twitcher to sly me,
No dreams to defy me,
Build up and deny me,
Life just happened.

Sometimes I drift too far from land,
Drenched by life's futility.
But bloodied I have made my stand,
Mullish in my ability.
With no mob to guide me,
No preacher to sly me,
No gods to defy me,
Praise up and deny me,
Life just happened.

And I'm happy.

No regrets :) ??

Somethings could have been different but the pen that writes our life has no eraser. You may try to plan your future but there are a billions pens scribbling on the same page, lines will be crossed, futures will become eligible. It is the bad days as well as the good that make you who you are. :) x

Believe me I'm more mellow than my writing would suggest

Hope so and happier

Great write

Thank you very much

Still can't find my tongue- Thumbs up cause life just happened

I relate to words from experience, it's what you are, where you travelled but what you are, I agree the pen talks not always you. It has a mind of its own. Very good

This keep me going...thanks for this wonderful post...