To Be Critical

I see a victim

A victim of society

Lacking of ground

As weak as a paddy 

Letting the wind decides its future

Like a stream

Knowing well enough, awaits, a sharp cliff 

I see a victim

Unsure of the truth

But still wants to proof

It’s right at the corner

But still chooses to aloof

A coincidence or a choice,

Why are you lying to yourself?