Life ticks me off without a warrant,
Time rushes out in a sec of current.
Season changes in a blink of time,
Weather shuffles like a flip of a dime.
Debating to the cons of greetings ahead,
While I carefully try to tangle each thread in my head.
Continuing my quest towards the silver linning ,
As I hold my grip while I shakily cling on.
Hoping for a splendid journey throughout these miles ,
As I pray to meet my ends with colourful smiles.