ULTIMATE HUSTLE

My emotions are in a hustle,
The world is in a bustle.
Lost is my mind, to generate the happy kind.
Beauty in the texture is unknown,
happiness in nature is outgrown.
The uniqueness in this realm is fancied,
The want of positivity is to be tallied.
Can this pretty world help me ? Can this stable the life to be succeed? Can the future behold the sacrifices yet to be made?