He, in his madness, prays for storms
And dreams that storms will bring him peace.

He doesn't cry for his pain, prays in silence,
And dreams that silence will bring him comfort.

Feigning ignorance, is it right?
To live each day, he forgets yesterday,
And thus embraces a life with no ambition.

He lives in a lie, and knows that it's true,
As the true world says,
“I'm not made for you.”

Abhinav Singh