The burning fingers,
and the weeping heart.
The dooming life,
and the drowning dreams,
How can all be so over?
The sulking emotions,
and the sobbing soul.
The harrowing experiences,
and the sarcastic responses,
How can all be so fine ?
The growling pace,
and the cramping defeat,
The beast in the competition,
and the diplomacy in the race,
How can all work against you ?
The steamed thoughts,
and the roasted feet,
The grilled brain,
and the restless mind,
How can all be the work of handful ?
Though I will stay till the end,
and will reach the new heights,
Time has to play its role,
and the truth has to finally arrive,
Rest is the falsification,
and the illusion,
But when will that day arrive ???
