Walking down an empty lane,
thinking about what do I really want,
I hit upon a bump and fall down.
I try to go back upon my feet,
only to realise that my hands hit,
a dirty and a junky piece...
I rub it in frustration hoping
to find answers in a piece of junk,
and whoosh comes out a genie..
asking me to wish for ..
But only three things he says,
choose, what is more important to you..
Is it all the happiness in the world?
or is it all the money that you want?
are you seeking some fame my dear?
or the long lost love that you whine for?
is your family more in need?
or is it yours own alone that you care?
how about endless friendships,
or maybe you would like to tour the world?
What my dear is important you..
only you can choose and ask me here..
I am at your command to make your wishes come true,
don't take too long, or you may loose this too..!!!
I stand there, on that empty dark street,
looking for answers that can never really be,
Can't I have it all?
Why only three?
Why should I make a choice.. .
it will hurt me like a million glass pieces tearing me apart...
Life, my dear, is all about choices,
you can't have it all, because if you do,
you wont value anything at all..
I cry and I whiter,
I promise to take care of it all,
Please don't make me choose...
The choice he tells me is mine,
and mine alone...
to hurt now or to to hurt more,
strength to bear the hurt will come,
just look for it,
make that choice...
take the plunge.. and give life a chance..