Diary of Success Plots

I find it hard to love, Its always like trying to follow some impossible law, I once tried to taste those waters, But got sucked when I first sniffed gutters.

What wakes you up in the morning Last night my alarm woke me up In reality it only ended my dream Because I still lacked the enthusiasm to leave the bed Days are the same if you are acting the same script Doing the same things makes your life a little more than a tyre

The world is a theatre, too bad if you ain’t got no script Sitting on the fence gives the best view but can never change you Days stay the same for people who keep watch over the sun I live my life solving the puzzle of a mind inundated with enigmas If I put my thoughts in your head your brain would bleed

The path is not straight its windy, blowing off my mind The headache my head is getting my air should be a pain reliever My heart is pounding the beats of a funeral But the dream is ever alive even in a murdered mind I was born on the streets, there’s nothing golden about that spoon You wouldn’t understand its more mathematical than a plus