I wouldn’t try. Not even blink an eye.
Would neither complain nor say a word.
No deliberations, no hurried temptations.
This time, I will just be. Because, I know not another way.
Would smile with the wind, and cry with the rain.
Blend with the changing seasons, adapt where I didn’t belong.
Write crappy poems, and sing forlorn songs.
Spend lonely nights, go on long walks.
Will feel every emotion that’s under the sun.
But I wouldn’t try. I am done trying.