The Fight

The Fight

There was something of which he was sure
About that, there was nothing to be demure.
On a modest morning they had met
With expectations of something good to beget.
Everything seemed overwhelming and exciting
Music played and everything seemed rhyming.
They sat along the sea shore
Thinking of more things to explore.

Out of blue thoughts came like waves
washing away all that he had craved.
The castles were made of sand
to rebuild it required more than two hands.
 Suddenly it had all gone so far away
There were no signs showing the way.

Was it a matter of fate
or was it his mistake?

He looked for answers everywhere
Solace was to be found nowhere.
His mind grew weary
Eyes became red and teary.
The turmoils gave him a fright
Sleep evaded him every night.
For days he restlessly wondered
What he had squandered.

The unbecoming of himself he could not see
He ran fast so that he could be free.
Of all the restraints that held him tight
He was most afraid of his own might.
He ran with a speed was so profuse
All his fears and doubts were cut loose.

Though it may be easy to escape and run away
Leaving things in a state of disarray.
It is times like these when I choose to fight
For thats the only way to set things right.