Pretended

I pretended to be alive,

Yet smiled for a while,

I decided to turn blind,

And took a step of self-refine.

 

With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,

On a rope my destiny was designed.

Crapped in a confine,

My soul was consigned.

 

Blindfold - Unwind,

I, in the state of whine,

Fire in front, scissors behind,

I, in middle was quarantined.

 

Still, I pretended to be alive,

Yet again smiled for a while,

Risking my life, I aligned

And jumped into a new streamline.

 

With a new frame of mind,

A rebel within arose - refined.