Yet again a year is winding up
A yearlong epilogue is having its irrevocable denouement
Contless resolution turned to dust,
Whats the point of having one.
And another year unfolding its semblance
Readying to cast its spell
Why do we care so much?
What do we always crave for?
Do we always get want we want
or Its just an illusion.
Dreams fabricates aspiration
It can be anything from fantasy, nightmare to vision
Needs phenomenal courage to pursue them
Accompanying determination and hard work
And yet not trying to be the best on all chores
But being good in small doses
Is not a duck soup.