Is there any reward for the hustle?
Or we just came here to withstand,
Unhappy, disappointed with ourselves.
I know I may sound exasperating too,
But the dreams that I want to pursue,
Makes me awake in the daylights
A numb in twilight too.
I drive crazy to chase quirks I deserve,
By not getting them I’m done with the world.
Are shattering fantasies make you dread too,
Or am I the one getting all impatient and dreadful.
Where is the gratification I wanted from my pursuits,
I desire they’ll be fulfilled one sunrise.
When the sun will glow like a thousand glints,
Brighter than my fantasies and fiction I’ve created within me.
Jotted down novels having tales of my feats.