Move on

We try to make the most of our little lives,
Happiness & sorrow are no longer parallel lines.

We seek for simple pleasures,
And hope one day we find some treasure.

What we become one day,
Is what we did in our yesterdays.

We overcome our suppression,
And end up taking pills to avoid acute depression.

Life keeps playing games,
And our assumptions don't see much of a change.

"Move On" is what we tell ourselves,
Just to give a feeling of overcoming our fake sorrows.

Career

Working without any glory,
Is like History,
Reminds you of your good & bad stories.

Everyday is a race towards success,
Not wanting any process.

You strive to climb up the ladder,
Taking stress as bad as your loaded bladder.

We wake up every morning and sign out every evening,
And realize we just have been working.

We want to take a break,
So that we can rejuvenate,
And somewhere...
Do not end up committing the same mistakes.