Lonely I feel,yet so lonely I want to be,
Tired I am,yet tired I want to be.
I waste my time thinking of dreams to dream,
but my time is less to fulfill those unremembered dreams.
With every breath I take,
To every second a goodbye I bade.
Help is another word for begging,
Every moment without it which I am dreading.
Frothy liquids,
have lightened the spirits.
But as the froth fades away,
It leaves the stains of those gloomy a day.
Once again I am dreaming,
And my sorrows are beaming.
But now I have to get up and work my way,
For today is a bright lucky day!
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