Follow the Trail

I wasn't born this way-
Selfish, rude and cunning,
It's what life taught me in its own simple way

I wasn't this mad,
Till the days sulked in rants.
And long dark nights awaited by my side.

I was made to love,
To be good,
But back-stabbing and wickedness,
Changed it all.

With no trust, everyone seemed to be miles apart,
Hence I chose to stay away,
From all the gambles of life.

But this is not just my story,
Everyone has a faded glory,
But who has time to think?
We have got used to it, isn't?

None of us was born this way,
But look at the silly ways,
We adapted,
To be less bruised and dejected,

Now trapped in a life,
Which gives us comfort,
But we still look out for happiness,
If it was available on sale,
We all would have been following the trail