A bit confused I am.
Is the script of my life,
The one in my hand?
At my past, so vast.
Holding my head high, with confidence,
Can I sail at high mast?
Lost I am, yet calm.
My life, black and white,
Can it have hues, vivid and bright?
Leaving one n all, in a trance.
Confident strides, elegance personified,
Believe me, It's all in the mind.
P.S. The eyes are windows to your soul.
Four eyes. Four souls. Four girls. Just one aspiration. A bright future.