What is it that we’re meant to do here,
What is it that we hope to achieve?
Is this world true reality,
Or is it simply make-believe?
What is right and what is wrong,
Does it even matter?
Is there life after death
Or do we cease to exist when our body dies?
Maybe we should stop grasping at straws like idiots
And get on with our bloody work.

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Days fly by.
Days become weeks.
Weeks become months.
Soon, years have gone by.
Yet the dreams you had,
Remain dreams unattained.

Every second drags on.
Minutes feel like hours.
But before you realize,
Years have gone by.
Yet the dreams you had,
Remain dreams unattained.

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What is it that you desire?
What do you want to be?
You struggle against the odds, fight the darkest despair to get things.
But what do you really want?
Do you have a goal?
Are you running through the journey of life without aim?

You can be truly happy only when you know your heart’s desire. Everything else just gets old and monotonous after a while.
It’s only when you know what you’re aiming for, that you can get a lasting sense of achievement.

Try and figure that out, will you?

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Don’t run away!
You can run from your friends, and your family.
You can run from the whole world, if you so wish.
But try as you may, you can’t run away from your self!

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Why do we never find time for things we like?
Why do we fight with people that matter most?
Why do we struggle on with a job we hate?
Why do we gossip and discuss people?
Why do we dwell so much on the past?
Why do we tussle against things that are good for us?
Why do we never realize what we are capable of?

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There’s a surreal feeling in the air today.
A feeling of time long gone, of an age yet to pass.

The day’s settling into its usual pace—
People preparing for their siesta,
Dog’s scuffling to find shade—
But something doesn’t feel the same.

Is it a change of seasons, or a shift in perception?
Another Saturday afternoon to while away
After the strains of a long week,
So what could this be that I feel today?

I grasp at straws, trying to put it together.
Everything around seems brighter,
The shroud of gloom seems to have lifted.
A long lost emotion rises within… hope?

I guess it’s time to move on, leave the past behind.
After all, we are not made to give up,
But to struggle and fight
To attain what our heart desires.

There’s a surreal feeling in the air today,
And I hope it is here to stay!

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I asked her, if she’s never appreciated anything I’ve written.
She said “I am not interested in the topics you write about. It’s too technology oriented.”
I started writing poetry when she said that, but that didn’t make an inkling of a difference. I should have realized, that sometimes, it’s not about what you write.

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