The Tensed Environment

THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT. Hurdles come in between My teaching and preaching About keeping and maintaining The beauty of my horizon. Little did I know That my thoughts were unknown To my users whom I bestowed My body and soul. I have been trying everything within me To make them understand what I mean But they all seem to be numbs and indeed A caricature of failure and mischief. Only if they could feel All that I experience and see Due to their impelling deeds Destroying the span of my fit. My eyes bleeds tears My mouth murmurs fear That I might lose the care My users promised to share. All they think of is to struggle To gain all what they can handle Forgetting I am facing the hurdles Which is entangled in their struggle. I just wish the next generation Will for the sake of affiliation Use my already grotesques condition In a way I will be full of admiration.