Oh! How tired they are.
These helpless human beings.
Crushing every soul for desire. Racing towards self- esteem.
Each has to dart and reap the fruit, least do they want to wait and traverse the route.
For once, if they stumble and look back at the start. They will, not but only fumble to their very own thought.
Their smiles, a game of muscles.
Their tears, a shade of salt.
For them, every second is precious. And a minute wasted, someone else's fault.
Now all life's journey is a dreaded road. To which, every being will be forced.
Each born will be taught the ways of deception. All are headed into the competition.
Oh! How I wonder what God might think.
His very own children lost their mind in a wink.