What am I?
A foggy, sunny, soothing morn,
interrupts my linkage with twilight zone.
I wake up, yawn and look in the mirror,
and can’t recognize the face in error.
A new day comes with pile of thoughts,
but night comes and obliviates not one but most.
My life goes on, so does my fantasies go,
Ever’ll I achieve something, I don’t know.
Failure has been a kin of mine,
but i know it will induce the moment of cloud nine.
As it seems I’m not a hopeless case,
although i agree I’m behind in academic race.
Someday we all will see that bright milky glow,
Then we’ll be gone.
I want to live my life in this twilight zone.
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