Painful Plight Of Determinism

In today's fleet-footed world I found myself in painful plight of determinism

A sudden rush of thoughts which comprises of other people's dogmatism 

Probably this is due to lack of appreciating small things

By attaching a tether to my mind's wings

During the day it's the sun that we want but during night we just look at those little stars

Shining in the water of sky like beluga caviar 

Twinkling brightly 'making the darkness more profound and beautiful

In darkness, stars act as hope providing tool

When nature presents this quintessence for dealing with hard times

In the midst of dark embracing the little bright moments that pop up several times 

In today's fleet-footed world I found myself in painful plight of determinism,

A sudden rush of thoughts which comprises of other people's dogmatism 

We keep on ignoring the stars because from childhood we are conditioned to think a certain way

And we allow our self to become societies prey

They teach us to just keep shooting the sun 

For satisfying that need we just continuously run 

And when the dark comes we don't know how to respond 

For this we certainly read propound

Because in darkness we shatter our self to small pieces

And it take certain time to fill those crevices   

Is't it weird that people love bright sun and I love the stars the darkness which people are afraid of    

In today's fleet footed world I found myself in painful plight of determinism

A sudden rush of thoughts which comprises of other people's dogmatism 

I want to give my eyes to this whole world to see the elegance and beauty of darkness

So they can open their heart's channel without nervousness

Unfortunately, some people are so rigid with their perception of thinking that dark is painful 

They just keep their eyes closed when the sun is playful

I don't know whether I would be able to change their mentality 

As it already seems to be of zero probability

Or my little scaffold of creating my dream world stumbles 

With all these overwhelming troubles 

And the most horrible of all will be the day when I would be wearing their eyes to see my world

Every thing in a box will be furled

Oh I remembered I am the creator of my surrounding

I am having divine's powerful creation mind - my foundling

In today's fleet-footed world I am free from the plight of determinism.