Why you exist, you don’t really care,
For pondering, really, who has the time to spare,
Day in – Day out, you tread the oft trodden road,
On your life un-inspiring, you have always woed.
Deep in your comfort zone, so cozy you feel,
Ain’t no more ambition, so you’ve lost your zeal,
You expect mundane success, to make you sated,
You are becoming the one, you’ve always hated.
Your anger at self, shows no sign of abating,
So near exploding, a volcano awaiting,
You’ve done no deed, you want to be proud of,
Your life in perspective, you have nothing to show for.
For its the pain of a failed life, you feel to the core,
Like you are being poisoned, through every pore,
It has no form, it has no shape,
But you feel it yearn, your final escape.
You’ve tried all you can, to numb what you feel,
Bur there is no sign of it abating, it’s murderous zeal,
You muster yourself, prepare for a fight,
That may need much more, than all your might.
And so inside you, is the fight that’s raging,
Yet everyone’s un-aware, of the war you’re waging,
You need to do this, to be the last one standing,
And you must do what it takes, however demanding.
You need to get out of, the grips of mundane,
Need to break away from, life’s usual lane,
Cause if you give in, even though you survive,
You’ve condemned your dreams, to rot and die.
It’s time to break your dreams, out of their cages,
Let not the mundane, overbear your life,
Fight as hard as you can, to let your dreams fly,
If just to feel the pleasure, as they soar to the sky.
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