We've got a lot to do
In this very short life
A massive load of things
Are ruling our life.
Things keep happening
The world is still spinning.
Along with the ups and downs
Your story is just another account
That is lost among many others
Who struggled hard
To get into the boat
Dying for just one more breath
Clueless as to how to swim.
Reality and expectations
With a yawning chasm in between
Are trying to survive
When the serpents
Disguised as angels
Are craving for your end.
In this never-ending story
Perfection is never an option
It will haunt your dreams
When your disguise
Shatters into pieces
Then, there's a point
When an inspiration
will evoke
A life ruled by you,
You and you alone.
And that's the point
You get to know
Your adventure,
The neverending story
has just begun!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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