A Dreamer’s Ordeal

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There’s so many things to do
And so little time… 
Dreams to be achieved,
Records to be set,
Adventures to be seeked,
Parents to be made proud,
Dream house to be bought,
Gym to be hit,
Healthier life to be lead,
Fine literature to be read ,
Books to be written
,
Movies to be watched ,
Friends to be caught up with,
And on and on goes the list.

Yet nothing has been done… 
As day by day I grow older,
And lot more lazier,
Lot more demotivated,
And I see my life pass by,
As if it’s someone else’s.
I wake up tired,
Go to sleep tired
,
I live tired,
Each day stealing a part of me,
That I myself am unknown to.
Million of thoughts in my mind,
Not one I can comprehend. 

Then I try, I try, and I try
On and on again…
To get a grip of myself,
Only to find myself falling apart.
Pulled apart by millions of thoughts,
I try to empty my mind,
Only to drown in imagination again.
Yet again I kill a day.
Not an inch closer to my dream,
There goes the cycle of my life,
Trying to get control of myself. 


But then I see a glimmer of hope,
As I see myself rise again.
It matters not, how many times I fall apart,
I keep trying every single day,
Even when I’m beaten and battered,
I know I’ll rise again another day.
So I try, try and try,
Eyes on the goal,
Gripping myself together. 
Cause there’s so many things to do
And so little time…

Featured image by: Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

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Published by grumpygorman

I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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