So this is what it's like,
Feeling so drained and exhausted
You accept and move on because it would be painful to hold on
Gone is the silliness, for you should be sorely focusing
Gone is the child, 'coz you force yourself not to be
But what I can say is, pressure not,
The most precious thing is yourself
Pressure not but don't be so irresponsible.
So this is what it feels like,
giving it all by means;
So this is what it's like,
closer to my dreams.
YOU ARE READING
Syllogés
PoetrySyllogés, a Greek word for collection. This is a collection of thoughts and the author's spur-of-the-moment.