Exhaustion is exhaustive
My mind is in a prison,
I am independent in the eyes of society.
A defeated soldier in my own eyes,
I have no good evil in my hands.
Today, my own will depends on the willingness of others,
What did I think, Did I know.
This is the story of a prisoner’s life,
This is my writing today,
Exhaustion is exhaustive in all mixes!!
I think maybe one day I will see the light of the new day,
The tide will come in its turbulent moment, But dreams are selfish.
From a distance, like a rustle,
At midnight dog’s roar flies,
With the roar of my silent mind.
No one can take a defeated soldier of their own,
No one will understand this dreamer one-day.
Thousands of events will be gone,
In the middle of it and lies in the soil tomb.
By Fluffy Panda
Collected from Magazineup.com