Full of surprises,making me keen.

As i sit by me to introspect
Pondering over the different aspects
I wonder how the life has been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

When i look around at the friends i have
Astonishing me on the life i crave
Merry and joyful as they all have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.
What have i done to deserve such happiness
Silly question as i must say with frankness
But still what would the answer have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

Then i think of me as a person
All the good and bad that has made me.
What else would the life have been
Full of surprises,making me keen.

And then i shake this weariness off
I cannot live this life on a couch
If's and But's have always been,
Let me break these chains,i have always been keen.
~[A][B]~

[Context : The poem is written on a Girl[Stuti Arora] who thinks greatly about her life and 
the way her random thoughts take shape and how she handles them,written on a friend's request ]
[Note : Enjoy reading it and obviously point out the short comings ]