I held on it tight,
like I'm holding on dear life,
and it felt right,
it was my strife.

My strife to own it,
to make it my possession,
but maybe I've to admit,
that it became my obsession.

I watched it slip away from me,
and there was nothing I could do,
maybe this is how it's supposed to be,
and I need to see the right point of view.

I lose what was never mine,
I watched my loss from far away,
and now I'm acting fine,
but truth is, my life is gray.

-Sara Islam