As I stare on a blank paper,
Simple words keep banging my head
Thought were just rubbish and susceptible
Tickling my face all over my sense
I still try and give my pride
Wondering how time reveals my sigh
Lurking all the great melee
Finding my way just to be free
Endless hopes and awful woes
How can time ruin it al?
Dreams are just cast away
Then be careful or else, dismay
Here and then coaxing my name
But hasty minute is the real game
Be ready or be early
If you want to aim a great victory
I know it’s merely a mistake
But “try” is more than tears to crave
Hating me and even I
Swollen eyes can never deny..
