I'm running out of time,
I have to make a life ,starting from a dime.
I don't know how it came to this!
I was living in an oblivious bliss.

My life is hanging from a thread.
I can't even take it as a threat.
They say it's all for the best.
But my mind can't seems to understand.

I'm struggling everyday to make something stand.
I'm trying to control it,
But it keeps getting out my hand.

This flame of the desire that burning inside,
Oh how much more should I have to sacrifice? .
I want something, but life keeps getting in between .
It's such a mess,I want a blank screen.

I wanna write on it.
Make something beautiful.
But why there are always other obligations? 
That I must fulfill.