The familiar sound wakes me up,
I rise without giving another thought,
running through the daily errands,
struggling to keep up with time
Racing along with the world,
pouncing to catch those ladders,
fumbling down and falling deep
yet striving each day to live up.
Thinking eternally to unwind out of all,
to move out of the self woven web,
ducking away from the unfair arrows
And hiding from the unjust shadows
In all the chaos to get out of the maze,
the hazy screens, the pushes and pulls
The tiny inner voice within, yet again
fails to make her side of the story heard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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