Road often Travelled

Funny as I see how life revolved around me,
Every day is a struggle but barely for me,
Drifters between me and the real world,
Are certainties waiting to unfold.

With these worries, I thee confess,
That existence will be a complete mess,
How does one value, and I,
They just let opportunity pass by.

This realm is a playground for fools,
Definitely no one will fall into rules,
Alas! It was what it is,
The reason for living is entirely a miss.

Relief is what you plea,

Why is it you can’t see?,
Troubles are created within,
Only you can pull yourself in that loony bin.

Poems

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