Strange are the days with each day being the same
I wake up trying to a give the day an inspiring name
Today I will do this; I will do that, I think
But I only manage an empty blink
Today I will be like this; I will be like that, I mull
But I only manage waiting for someone’s pull
Today I will change this; I will change that, I say
But I only manage to hold-on only half way today
Strange are the imaginations of mine
I think someone has sullied my mind with muddy slime
I doubt of someone’s spell,
Shoving me down into the dark hole of slothfulness
I doubt of some cast jinx,
Pulling me down into the labyrinth of carelessness
I doubt of the predatory sphinx,
Terrifying me down into the cul-de-sac of slackness
Strange are my behavioral attributes
I barely manage a to stay afloat during the life’s commutes
I loose my temper over petty irritation,
For I seek unquestioned admiration
I loose my vision when I come across a hurdle,
For I seek shortcut as a rightful dole
I loose my sense of determination,
For I seek a way towards easy gratification
I loose my interest on being discouraged,
For I seek unopposed recognition from the blessed
I loose my self-esteem at the drop of a hat,
For I seek self-respect readily laid out on a mat
I loose my sleep over an uncertain future,
For I seek success hand-delivered as a simple gesture
I loose my belief when I see the next best take the lead,
For I seek to be ahead no matter what the need
These seem to be my eternal ways
The overweight strangeness holding me sways
posted by Akhilesh @ 12:09 AM
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