Strange Progress

Strange Progress

I want to tell a story, but they only hear words.

I did write a poem, but they only saw lines.

When I wrote a song, they just heard the music.

I want to live a life, but they missed the soul.

I met this guy who wanted to make it big, but never knew what was big.

I even travelled to see what people like, but they just don’t have what they like.

I have never felt pain, cause that’s been always around.

I have seen people smile, and never understood HOW ?

I have heard eyes.

I have seen words

I have read songs

I have sung stories.

I have read that story which had no words

I have also heard the song which had no music

I have read those poems which had no words.

I might live a life, if I get the soul.