The Art of Moving On

Practical pessimist sometimes I call myself
Take pride in inventing that term

But wonder where do those shields vanish
When it comes to moving on from certain situations

Not everything is going to be as per our thoughts
Is the harsh reality of life

Then why doesn't heart accept that fact
Instead keeps holding on to
Even a filament of hope

When it's almost clear you are a failure
Why don't just walk on, instead of lurking behind
To see some sort of magic
Unfold in front of your eyes

How can I be practical when I can't be one
And holding on to fake optimism
How can I term myself a pessimist

Such a tragedy life seems to be sometimes
You have to let go those things
Which were part of you for a fair amount of time

Wonder when will I live up to my tag
For The art of moving on is still not on my side

-SR.

PS: May The Force Be With You !!!