There it goes again
Another moment down the drain
Trapped in my throat
Of boring events it’s a chain
I wish to fly
And cry and run
Get out of this niche
Have some fun
Bt it’s just so messed up
Am married to the game
Fed up of my standards
It’s a rogue ego i am tryin to tame
I've walked a million miles
Ran a thousand marathons
Have won the race at times
Bt the battle is still on
Yeah i knw its life
This phase too shall be gone
But it’s a rut in making
And all emotions aching
The war has always been there
Foresaw martyrdom...bt damn its a snare
Cause i have no reason to lead
And thrz nobody to plead
It ain’t a person, or man
I guess they call it quicksand
Cause thrz no standing beneath
Just words r clutching my teeth
Yeah, so we all fall down
U'll say i keep calm and not frown
And tht it’s all just mind games
Tht i am drunk or gathering minutes of fame
Bt never mind, y shud u care
Life’s a war and all’s fare
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well-written poem of life! ! ! ! 10++