A Dreamer’s Ordeal

Poetry, Writer life

There’s so many things to do
And so little time… 
Dreams to be achieved,
Records to be set,
Adventures to be seeked,
Parents to be made proud,
Dream house to be bought,
Gym to be hit,
Healthier life to be lead,
Fine literature to be read ,
Books to be written
Movies to be watched ,
Friends to be caught up with,
And on and on goes the list.

Yet nothing has been done… 
As day by day I grow older,
And lot more lazier,
Lot more demotivated,
And I see my life pass by,
As if it’s someone else’s.
I wake up tired,
Go to sleep tired
I live tired,
Each day stealing a part of me,
That I myself am unknown to.
Million of thoughts in my mind,
Not one I can comprehend. 

Then I try, I try, and I try
On and on again…
To get a grip of myself,
Only to find myself falling apart.
Pulled apart by millions of thoughts,
I try to empty my mind,
Only to drown in imagination again.
Yet again I kill a day.
Not an inch closer to my dream,
There goes the cycle of my life,
Trying to get control of myself. 

But then I see a glimmer of hope,
As I see myself rise again.
It matters not, how many times I fall apart,
I keep trying every single day,
Even when I’m beaten and battered,
I know I’ll rise again another day.
So I try, try and try,
Eyes on the goal,
Gripping myself together. 
Cause there’s so many things to do
And so little time…

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