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The sun has risen,
The aims are set.
The road is known,
The bag is packed.
Standing in the doorway,
I am stopped in my shoes,
Around me, something swoons.
This is what I wanted.
This is what I needed.
Today, I know where and how to get it, still
My mind is playing games.

The night has draped the sky,
I stand on the terrace, up so high.
My breathing is quick,
The wind is washing my face,
Self-loathing has left no trace.
I hold the trophy right now,
I have achieved my aims somehow.
I should celebrate and I am, but
I know it is not the beer, then why
My mind is playing games.

I am surrounded with loving people,
I have nothing to worry about.
Situations aren’t so bad either.
A normal day I am living,
No big decisions to make.
Simple chores I am doing,
Why life seems no easy cake?
I know the life I want to live,
I know it is no easy ****, still
My mind is playing games.

It is not that I cannot do it.
It is not that I don’t have enough passion.
It is not that I am refraining from doing my bit.
It is not that my thoughts are not in fashion.
A breath of the freshest air,
A shower of the coolest water,
A hand of the loveliest heart,
A peaceful moment of the most peaceful.
This is all I need, where my mind is paying all heed.
This is how it will stop the games, and
I will rise to the aimed fames.

— The End —