Your life is full of difficulties,
But whose life is devoid of these cruelties,
At times, you feel terribly alone,
But you hate spending precious time with someone,
You do have a huge crush on someone
But you wouldn't share your pining opinion
Nor would you dare to ask for the other's notion,
Why are the imaginative efforts too mortifying!
Why are the unknown results terribly terrifying!
At this rate, you are afraid of being alone and sick,
Yet you aren't bold enough to make the right pick,
How can anyone, let alone the heaven
Help you at this rate! Counting on the intangible
Day and night, twenty-four-seven
Is not so prudent I would say,
You don't know when the sun will shine
And when to make hay,
You are choosing to live with your difficulties
Rather than making wise use of your faculties,
Pondering right may even
Make you realize the impalpable,
You could be unshakably driven
Beyond what you think you are capable.
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