Poem : Outlook of the future

The cracking sound of the glasses wakes me up from sleep, nothing has changed, It is just the same way before I woke upthe same height, the same clothes, the old feeling of sadness takes my mindthe dreams are still dreams goals aren’t achieved

The cracking sound of the glasses wakes me up from sleep,
nothing has changed, It is just the same
way before I woke up
the same height, the same clothes,
the old feeling of sadness takes my mind
the dreams are still dreams
goals aren’t achieved

I am at the middle of the story
the story I began a while ago.
When will this story end?
When will the chapter change its view?

But then I come to a sudden realization
I am not the first one to pass through this chapter
for some people, the story takes longer to be completed
and for other’s it remains as a dream
and the rest, the chapter’s keep changing
the view now and then
but then for me
this story is an adventure
and it is up to me to design its ending!

While I re-read the chapters,
I will be proud of the ups and
learnt from the downs.
The story will end the way I want it to,
the goals and dreams will have been
fulfilled…

The story of my life!

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