Late in the night, I lie in my bed,
And just then think about all the things that I have recently said.
I said that I said a lot but did only a bit,
The target is fixed, It is me that is moving as I take aim and never seem to hit.
Why do I write these lines, I would never know,
Perhaps so that you notice me or atleast remember me when I go.
The pressure seems to increase every day,
Life is no longer happy and gay.
What you want is what you get from life,
All you need is to work hard and strive.
But what you want is completely different from what you need,
Therefore of your need take good heed.
I can write this nonsense forever,
But the day this makes sense will come never.
Life just introduced me to itself,
The first look was ugly and I might need some self help.
Where I started is quite different from where I will end,
The so called "poem" is over and I still long for a message that you will send.