Assorted Emotions

I walked a mile in those shoes, that were tattered and torn. I still felt the smile of those feet, As they were not bound by the road. I saw the sun peep out of the clouds, from those eyes that were clouded with grey. I bent to pick flowers, and then stopped, Knowing that's where they are meant to stay. The old lady whose shoes I borrowed, The old man whose eyes were grey, The little child who loves nature They all showed me the way. Tomorrow's a myth...it's not here. So worrying will just spoil today. You see, feel, smile, dance in the moment. When in it, nothing else matters anyway.

Do I dare peep behind, all the masks I wear. Do I dare look in the mirror, when my eyes might look back at me, bare ? Will I abhor what I see, or fall in love with the real me... Would I want my mask collection back ? Or will I bury them under the peepal tree ? I know not and hence I ask, these questions that may surprise many. But if I know will I cease to ask  For thoughts and questions come a hundred a penny. The masks serve their purpose well, and hide me from the world and myself. But what life is this, if I can't see what I was intended to be. So I have flung them away they lie shattered, broken like the lies I wore. But the sad part is, even when it's off, people think the face I have on, is a mask.

On a wing and a half and a prayer, I keep on flying till I can dare. Each limb in my body screams, my eyes wait for restful dreams. I know I cannot stop, I know that's not my choice. So I keep on flying, On a wing and a half and a prayer. On a wing and a half and a prayer, I keep searching, All the skies I can dare. My flight may not be farthest from the ground, But I know one thing, Not so easy, am I going down. For if I may fall, I will rise again. Till I reach where I want to be, I will search these skies again. On a wing and a half and a prayer.