I am done
With this fast run
To constantly prove
While my shoulders droop
All need attention
Take it as a confession
But how to give moments
When you have taken only disappointments
How to mend this heart
Who refuses to give me art
It was once a cure
And now all of it is just blur

Learn this, remember that
But my brain is an abstract
Think of anything new
Rejected before even giving a cue
The world has contracted
And the people,...