This to the day when you just want to be happy, and get relieved of the race.
Yes, it’s the same race you’re running everyday.
You think you’re running towards a goal. Are you sure that you’re not running from yourself?
When the herd is proving what they are not, and you still figuring out what you are,
Day by day, the web catches it’s prey, one at a time, and you know you’re next.
Often you feel like giving up to the web, pray let it happen soon, as early as you could get caught, you could atleast stop running.
Never did any creature show such desperation. Or may be they did.
Like when the mouse is lured by the cheese inside the cage.
Or the profound happiness the goat gets before getting plated.
But you don’t know this.
You don’t even understand this.
You just want to be as happy as you were 7 and won your first match and made your mom proud.
But you didn’t know that this want for winning will come along so badly that it will put a curtain on your dreams.
You don’t want to run everyday.
You just want to be home.
You just want to be happy.
But as the rule of survival says, you need to be fit for it, for it’s a war. Not between people, but with you, yes yourself.
You need to get up, and BURN yourself if you want to shine.