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, distracted
Everything is supposed to be learnt
This thought has left my life blunt
Can't do anything for interest
All you should do is try to climb Everest
Doesn't matter if you don't wish to
This world wants you to hustle for a view

I don't want to run in circles
Where I get only blue in all colours
I want to break out and be free
I want to leave and carelessly spree

Where I will do what I want
Without begging for society's grant
'Hustle' will be just another word
And not something all above the world

I will be allowed to take a break
I will be free to be at stake
I won't be forced to know everything
And not definitely to keep moving
© punya