Strength

Strength

Strength, you talk about?

Who gave you the audacity!?

Laugh, you must be laughing

When I die living each day

Dreams.

Ssh! What are they, something you are dying for?

Oh, wait! A normal life which is not within your reach.

Try, I try hard. I try harder. Keep on until I fall to bruises of either your shallow words that pierce my soul.

Each mockery of all the honest pursuits.

Still, I try because probably I have got nothing else to do.

Or maybe this spirit doesn't want to give up.

Never ever.

Or maybe this spirit cannot fathom to accept that it may not be just enough.

A little more again even when you just died yesterday and coming out of grave today.

Can't see the pain, that every moral soul undergoes through.

Yeah, they told me not to give up.

Was it the truth?

Or another form of excuse to tackle this uncertainty.

They told me to keep patience.

Yes, I do...

Cas' I don't have any choice.

They shout, you always have a choice. Even if I do, would it be legal to exercise?

The choices that can ruin the only goods left.

Strength, strength is what you talk about.

But who?

I ask who gave you permission to test the strength of the ones having strength.

To kill a soul again and again after it revives each day coming out of grave and dead by night again.

I said I would give my all to paint that imagination and capacity in my head to reality.

To finally give a decent life to the ones who tried to bring a genuine smile to this corpse.

Was that being greedy that I am being punished?

Immoral?

Wrong?

But serendipity is all a myth.

Patience huh!?

It's not easy to die every day and restart again.

But we do. Everyone does.

Some may, some may not express.

Exaggeration.

Okay, don't listen.

No one is listening anyway.

Even if they...

No response can clear the hurdle.

No response comes anyway.

Strength, the strength you talk about?!

Who gave you the audacity to talk anyway?