Every little jump is lesser than the leap I planned,
With every step I am going a little deeper in the sand.
Every bit of effort seems to be taking me further away,
Its getting quite hard to not let my morale sway.
Ah! How nice it would be to give it all up,
To, curl up, with a book and steaming coffee cup.
It’s hard to persuade myself, to cajole,
To tell myself, just a few more steps and you will reach your goal.
But, just when you think you have finally reached,
You find that the rules of the game have been breached.
And then you end up wondering if dedicated work really matters,
Because now you see that your dreams are in tatters.
So now, do you pick up the fragments and try to stitch what was torn?
Or do you, just let them be and then move on?
Lost, I find myself in this stormy sea called life,
To have a dream again is what fills my heart with strife.
