They say
change is inevitable. They say change is for sure. And here I am waiting for
change. Desperately. Gimme some.
As much as I
thrive in darkness, give me some light.
Love and life
I have seen, I want some more. Before I stop asking, gimme some. What I gain in
motivation, I lose in temptations. What I want is exactly what I lose.
As much as I
am productive, why am I not? If at all I have my priorities set, why do I
stumble.
The fight
between life of experience and that of struggle. Yes I never am afraid of
struggle, but where is the consistency of actions with which I think. Why is
nothing enough..
I keep asking
darkness, for some light. Doesn't make it any better. Except that it goes out
of me. I say it to myself, the dark parts of my brain.
My life is not
a tragedy. But then, why not. The more it drifts towards the average, the more
I fight.
I fight only
to earn my way into the good fight.
After all,
what more can a man dream of?