And then it dawned upon me.
If I screw up this one, I screw up my life. There,
happy?
Everything I knew is wrong
All I care is the same old bliss.
All I get is the same old vancant stare.

How many days in a year
we wake up with hope
longing
ambition
expectation
bouyancy
but instead, we get tears.


and then you ponder.
does it get anywhere?
who the heck will care?
where would i go to?
even then, will i pull through?
but then, Is it any wonder?