wishful thinking
there are times when a man is afraid of his own shadow,
lost all faith; the torso hollowed
when the boulder he bears felt so overbearing,
the earth that he stands on cracking
blood, sweat and tears felt so cheap,
the messy produce he sowed he reluctantly reaps,
the boulder he carries is ripping his shoulder wings,
the hope he thirst for evidently missing
the man had forgotten;
a proud man fallen
how you judge yourself is not by comparing with Gods
but by measuring the lost ones who shrivels into wilt pods
though bleeding, the man must mend,
he needs to repent
buckling his legs, gather the unused energy,
develop his own synergy
Plea if you must plea,
never flee
wishful thinking eases the sorrow, remember that everything that we have is borrowed
