Somewhere in the reverberations
Injured grains of my soul
Leaving the backdoor open
Hoping to break an insipid goal..
PhD in king-size troubles
Caught up by a fresh trial
A frenzied attack on the dreams
Yearning to strive before I turn senile…
An effort to sue up your minds with a little poem on the uncertainties.
Would you aid the rich and glorify their claim or proclaim your own grip and reap the fruits of a blissful call?