The night is long, before we move to the early dawn.
We forgo our struggle, looking for a breather.
Have we achieved what we set out for?
The evening was another hurdle, wanting to break out.
Looking through the mess, making no sense,
I wish I could just leave it all.
Between strict schedules & tight deadlines
I try to find myself without hope,
I look at the ceiling, hoping it would come crashing down.
Another day, hunger doesn't seem to make no difference at all.
Embroiled in your daily dose of stress, I look for some pretense.
Just to make my self happy,
Knowing its going to be another long day.
Mornings are fun, if you didn't have to earn,
Else its a fight to reach your destination on time.
We wake up with hope & anxiety.
And believe today is a great day.
Our dreams are forgotten at the break of dawn.
As we lay, we try to forget our today,
Contemplating for a better tomorrow.
I hope this scene changes once and for all.
2 comments:
Hi Daryl,
Nice blog, particularly like your poetry. Makes one think!
Rgds
shruti
hey thanx for the comment, appreciate it.
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