Scribbles

I wrote this one in an eye hospital, while waiting for my turn- on a tissue paper. I think it turned out ok-ish so I am putting it here.

... And I smiled,
Because I was running out of options
when there are things that haze your head around,
You can either take a decision, or get angry and frown.
But soon there is not much of a choice,
Because there is only so much you can do
there is only so much you can fight.
Maybe God sends you with a quota of tears
and I am pretty sure I have run out of mine.
There maybe rules to get it refilled,
Like probably falling in love again
But I was done this time.