You try as hard as you can
To do things the way they should be done
You tell yourself its only a matter of time
Things will soon turn out the way you want
Its just like the turning of the ceiling fan
You try to meet that opportunity that has gone
But its just as slippery as say–lime
Like black plantain,your dreams get burnt
You hope and pray it doesn't happen again
You think of the things you should have gotten
You watch carefully for the stones in your way
And hope to save other passersby
You know at this stage, there's little to gain
But either ways you can't be rotten
So you help others anyway
And for your sake, you try not to cry
You wonder and ponder and try not to linger
On thoughts of woe and abject self-pity
You're starting to think there's no use for hope
Its useless to try rising up to the challenge of life
Now,there's no need to ever remember
That person you were-an almost celebrity
You are starting to think about "that rope"
So that you can escape from this struggle and strife
THAT IS THE PROBLEM CALLED LIFE
#Wattys2015
