The lucky one
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم “ New to town With a made up name In the Angel City Chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes make it look Like a dream You had it figured out Since you were in school Everybody loves pretty Everybody loves cool So overnight you look like A Sixties queen Another name goes up in lights Like diamonds in the sky And they’ll tell you now you’re the lucky one But can you tell me now you’re the lucky on e ?” It does not relate with that society at all. This is my verdict. I left. Once again, I ran away from what I do not like, I do not finish it up to the end. I do not totally disgust this society; I just dislike the few people who act recklessly in it. There was an inequality in there and that was a cancer. I knew that before the cancer terminating my life I should ran away from it. Consequently, this is just a stroke of defending me. Life is a choice and I had chosen the best for me. I want to focus in my education, tot up higher marks as