| We’ve been in deep torments for so many years now.
Riding on a bike with deflated rear wheel while carrying the weight of past, we couldn’t get fast and feel we couldn’t last.
Been swimming in a lake of mud, toiling like a sinkhole; the more we pull way up to the dirty and dry earth the more we sink deeper into powerlessness.
People keep on injecting us with their medicines of kind words, artificial sympathies that brings us down towards craters of vulnerabilities.
The handshakes of their smooth, free from callus hands, which has magnetizing effect on our devout effort and intending to manipulate the goodwill, we do in their favor, leaving nothing for ourselves.
We climb trees with high fortitudes, only to find out that, they, our most trusted individuals, sow tons of thorn around the stepladder, en route to our desired goals in life. |
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