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.