Sometimes it feels like am like a cricket ball that is being played.. Balled to kick it on a high note or in low Every bowling angle has its own resonance to hit it or bold out! O The Prettiest Dilemma of my Heart! Am soured with your denial And, sugared with your acceptance.. You raise me up to hit it hard in your directed style Then, you envy me down to feel the lust of my life And again, you push me in another direction to opt me out! Like a tossed game either to move on or pull it off Winning or loosing is the point where the contrary defies