Goals

Our goals are not set so high. Why?

No matter how big our fights are,

But our chat always end with,

Take care and see you again only,

Text me once 6ou go home,

Have a safe journey,

Heart is an artwork,

That has become rare,

Our energy is scattered,

In so many mean ways,

We don't have any time to set our goals,

Our mind is scattered,

Our focus is diffused,

Our aim is Plucked,

Our chat is plugged,

No chance of concentrating,

In our high Goal.