A pensive mood, And everything is screwed.

The mental battle of this strife,

The yearning to give up

And live some other life,

One,  that is today bright;

But living darkness now,

For tomorrow to alight.

The constant fight,

For things that delight;

With none in sight,

Hoping for a light,

For a high of considerable height,

Bearing with today’s plight,

Constant gnawing despite.

To just run away,

Far far away, to some godforsaken respite.

What a bargain- your today for a tomorrow,

That maybe,

For everyone elses surprise,

Telling you its your prize,

Does anyone realise,

It price?

The tears and the cries?

Once, twice, even thrice,

And finally they say, nice!

You’ve been sensible,

Its been destined,

While other’s recline,

Lay back, in waters saline,

Dine, drinking fine wine,

Someone toils,

Burning the midnight oil,

To define,

Some kind of sunshine,

To fill in, to fall in line,

Something to hold on to,

Something,  to call mine.