Is this the way I’ll race through the drive?
Is this what I wanna do with my life?
Why do I foul exactly where I shouldn’t be?
Why do I let history repeat itself so easily?
Why do I give up without any aggression?
Understanding everything, still ending up in regression?
Will I be able to get the gravity of matters?
Or always be witnessing my dream as it shatters?
I’m not a kid anymore, that I don’t deny,
But then isn’t it really true that am a failure, ain’t I?
Or else what do they call the one, who doesn’t learn from past?
The one who slows down every time the world around moves fast?
The one who’s content, for no reasons whatsoever?
The one who seems to think that it’s fine to b same forever?
The one who’s neglectant to the world around?
Who thinks that the life is just merry-go-round?
The one who claims to have big dreams,
But none of them were realised it seems,
What else is there now to verify?
It all conveys that am a failure, ain’t I?
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