Where is that world, That I once thought I would make With my dreams, That kept me awake. With my thoughts And that fire within. And those crumbs of motivation Igniting the will to do something. And that thing resembling faith Placed high up there, And when I look around I find it nowhere. All that remains is just a void That world there is no more, That utopia exists no longer, It is now just an eyesore.
I write little bit about miscellaneous topics. Ranging from personal finance to short stories to poems to random musings!