Innocence drove him into oblivion
Choked in frugal fantasy
Curious about his mysterious condition
Bewildered with life's fallacy.

Wanting to make things work
Crying out to those he loved
Pleading for death to come
"I'm sick of life", lost in thought.

"I must survive" he screamed
Not bothered about the outcome
"What I must do, I must do"
"Am gonna give it my best shot."

He thought life was genial
Seduced by the ephemerals
With no second thought he obliged
Ensnared and enslaved by his quest.

Whatever he wants he get
He called out and he's answered
All he craved were at his finger tip
Sold to the vanity of humanity.

Alas, things turned around
Those things bringing joy at first ceased
Toiled, toiled and toiled, all foiled
All he had gathered, in a giffy, were soiled.

He was seeking for fun
He forgot that life is turn-by-turn
Reality of life dawned on him at once
He said to himself, "back to square one."

He woke up suddenly
"Oh thank God it was a dream"
Friend, wake up from your vanity
After all, life is just a dream!

Nice poem pls av been following your story i cant help but to confess i was motivated by d story