Ways Of Life

We share because we feel the need
To be a part of what we see
But we do always don't remember
Not every door can be opened by
The usual key
We feel that people bring a sense of comfort
When its the loneliness that kills
But people are the reasons that
You take your pills
Solitude kills less but wounds too many
But what society does to each folk
The scars can be seen on all
They all just look uncanny
To be self occupied is good
But it takes to much of your time
It makes you not to care
It makes you cross so many lines
Though connecting with people
Always slows you down
But there will be people
Who will for you
Will cover any ground
Each one has their own
Choices
About their way of life
But one thing is for sure
Everyone carry with them
Their sharpest of knife
Because once they choose
That time there is no wrong or right
And in between their war
They themselves are their own enemy
In their fight

:Ishant