Why Me
Dilemma and dire,
When you go through this satire,
Don't you look up and ask,
Why me and how long will this last!
The fathom of the moment,
The girth of your spirit,
The length of your ambition,
The agony you live in.
All hold your hands,
And twist your instincts.
You persist and pertain to prevail,
And remain mystified till the end.
Nothing is unachievable,
Until you prepare to feel the same.
Copyright © Arnov Sett | Year Posted 2016
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