I feel exhausted and weary,
As I lay on my bed,
mind fogged and not thinking clearly,
I wait for something to happen,
That cannot be described,
But for something that illuminates my sight,

I’m lost,
void of my existence,
tried to chase my dreams,
I feel like breaking down and never getting up,
Is this what it feels like, giving up,

But I do not want this,
Pity and misery,
Where I feel unaccounted for,
And live marinating in the pool of my self loathing,

I want to create a world humongous and affluent,
To be a part of something greater,
That leaves everyone awed,
But let this start a day later,
For I am tired now,
And need some inspiration.

Pranav Drolia


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