Yesterday was a history, Tomorrow is a mystery..

My childhood dream,
Was finally destroyed,
In a somewhat harsh way,
By someone I used to think specially,
Just today.

Now that its is over,
I'm back to reality,
Back to original,
Back to natural,
Stand strong and steady.

How I wish,
There's always a turning back,
To when I was little,
Or younger,
Or even few years ago,
Or minutes before.

How I wish,
That life can be
Much more simpler,
Easier to handle,
And if only its,
Never with worries,
Never with greed,
Never with jealousy,
Never with anger,
Never with too much passion,
I would very much appreciate it.