Strange Desperation
This strange desperation,an urge,
to do some creation,
a desire,
to get some Ovation,
This strange desperation,
A dissatisfied need,
nobody can it heed,
A dormant seed,
like a rusted bead,
This strange desperation,
on our backs like a hunch,
of broken dreams a dreary bunch,
In our eyes,a hasty shine,
like getting hungry at quarter to nine,
This strange desperation,
like a blackhole,
That engulfs us all,
like a noisy busy track,
that makes our brains crack,
This strange desperation,
like "Will-O-The-Wisp"
That makes us all lisp,
a strange strange feel,
Ending all our zeal!!!!
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