Ripple in my reality
The pond ripples creating a distortion of my reflections,
The hopes that lie in that reflection are distorted.
Everything that I struggled for ended in vain,
All the love that I pursued ended in pain.
How can I be ambitious when I have no success to stand on,
How can I lift myself up when there is nothing to grasp.
Hope seems meaningless when it lies in a reflection.
The feeling of having lost both reality and fantasy
To wake up from a pleasant dream but stay captured in a nightmare
One cannot feel the winner's sensation.
The sting of a loser has been known too well.
Time has been rude to my pattern and has shredded my threads.
This cannot continue as my result.