Player

Confused, infused with dreams and chase of them,
Living in a never ending loop of pursuit,
But, still I refuse to give up.

This is all a game to me,
Which I play with myself looking at the mirrors,
I curse and abuse myself,
I cry my dreams out aloud, I weep the pains and miseries out,
When they come out, it looks like a blue blood slashed in a piece of a paper.

I dance with the words I play with,
I sing in my head songs of you,
I watch my.dreams getting bigger and bigger everyday,
Even, if I loose the battle with myself, the whole day.

My dreams are battle, and I’m the warrior who’s fighting,
Taking the sword in my hand and running towards the enemy,
The enemy is me,
There lies dreams, and aspirations fulfill,
There stands here, me, unfulfilled.

I’m my own competition,
I’m not gonna give up,
Everyday is a fight with myself towards my dreams,
And I’m not gonna end up, like a nobody.

Infused with dreams and wild Obsessions,
I try up my confessions on a piece if paper,
Ink by ink I bleed,
Plead guilty for my life,
The only guilty is me, to live a life like this.

Here, looking in the mirror,
I plead, and taking up a candle I pray,
I’m gonna stay in this game, long enough,
I’m gonna fight the fight and hit the ball harder each and every time.

This, is a game,
And I’m the best player to be ever around.
© Ashraf Shaikh