In life, I have always taken one step forward
and two steps backward,
thinking: if by chance I am being biased?
But usually I have been proved to be right.
My heart has always pulled at the reins
of my head, which wants to race way ahead.
As my brain deciphered, I was always misunderstood.
For every heart wants a slave of this world.
Because I know I am not solitary,
as if to apease,
I always took one step forward,
and two steps backward.
But nobody ever has loved my analytics.
So I have been misunderstood
again and again and again.
For everybody wants a slave
of this world.