The Grand Dilemna
As night draws on
I get embittered,
“Nothing has been achieved”.
As morning draws on
I hope night will never give way,
“Each day is like yesterday”.
As I try to be idle
I get scared,
“Nothingness and emptiness is what it breeds”.
As I try to get busy
I get discouraged,
“It may end how it has always ended”.
As I try to keep to myself
I keep travelling to wonderland
And from there to slumber land;
As I try to interact with people
What I see in most makes me sad
I nearly go mad.
As I try to be kind to people
I start nursing double mind,
“It may never be appreciated”;
As I try to be wicked
I get mad at myself,
“Why try to ruin myself?”
As I try to take life by its horns
I wonder if my attempt is of any use
Life itself seems of no use;
I always rebuke myself
Whenever I wish I’m dead,
I say “such are the thoughts of cowards.”
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