The expectation is a huge dictator
‘Cause we only get what we pay for
If unhappiness is a way of thinking
Of always being happy, then you’re dreaming
You create another problem
In thinking you should have none of them
Roadblocks are part of the path
Denying them will let the burden lasts
A time comes when you step on a ****
Also, a time comes of an angel’s meet
As peace is never the lack of violence
Rather contentment in the midst of confused silence
You don’t prefer a hard life, you shouldn’t
You just prepare to be less unprepared, why you wouldn’t?
This poem is my fight against the time while waiting for a bus ride.
