“SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”



Coming and going
Just like a swing
Thoughts never rest
With their wide spread wings
 
Suddenly they amplify…
Taking me high
Leisurely they criticize
Making me low

How can I satisfy thought?
Always it moans at me
It’s like a free soul …
Looking for the right chord

Me… trying to control its path
Knowing that it’s “SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST”
In this unending struggle for the life
How can I liberate my very own concept?

 (For Three Word Wednesday 3WW CCCXLIX:Prompts: Amplify,Criticize,Moan)

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