Same old arthritis, same old sky, same old sunrise and same old me…
Yet here what’s new
Same old arthritis, loses to me whenever it tries to hold me tight.
Same old sky filled with kite of colours bright
Whenever I pulled, it discovered new heights
Same old sunrise, so far and so bright, I held it within captured in my eyes
Same old me at the end of the road,
Knew, Up is the way forward only if I am ready to climb.