Living a socio economic life
bound by time and relations
where the self sinks into oblivion-
a task of untold struggle.
Even to smile, one has to be cautious,
needless to say, crying is looked down.
An uncomfortable placement it appears,
a schedule of unheard cynicism.
The better part of existence is governed,
by commitments unknown and unexpected,
well, that way one moves on,
through a scheme of unpredictable agendas.
The life is short, never know when it closes
one has to pull on through vibes and wisdom.
A strange coincidence of favour and inheritance
make you what you are and who you are.