No strategies, its my life

when I fail in my endeavours, they say I am not practical

but why do I plan a strategy, I am not a political animal

so what if success doesn’t come to me in an open platter

thought hope is not a strategy, for me it really does matter

I may lose to contemporaries, but that won’t hurt me at all

as I don’t have much expectations, my ambitions are small

failures never get to my heart, the success not on my head

and I will keep trying it my way till I am completely dead

so, if I will not find my love, my love may find me someday

I may not be there fully, but I am closer than I was yesterday