Angel , angel can’t I win

even when everything creakin

thought a fool , without a check

too late when he realise that

there’s no turning back , it’s isle or thye

count in the time in days and night

days went by, night become shorter

then boom it’s not 300 days longer

year and month and week and days

all went by in just a phase …..

nobody cares where you are

they only see the current you have

dear clock ! please rewind it all

rewriting the story might be safe

but who knows you can’t change the fate

even when it’s in your hands

are you brave enough to bring a change

everything seems fun when you have none

but the real joy when you have

fighting with the spirit ourselves

let it hurt , let it burn , let it change

maybe just maybe the ending might change

not everytime you win

sometimes it’s about the keen

But till when…. it has become a ritual

your turn is not coming , you just sat there

watching everyone

pleading to God with a hole inside

might it be that it’s you who is the enemy

in the angel’s pride…………

— — — — — — -Smile — — — — — — — — — -

( can you guess the story and the ending ? do let me know):