I’ve run dry, no fuel

I look at them old souls tenured 5 years and more

Tell me, how did you do it all

A task as easy as this, shouldn’t be this hard to carry out

Like a mouth that shuts tight, every bite puts up a fight

Morning to evening passes like a man stuck in a desert

Thirsty and ever seeking in a pile of sand


Like the ice queen in Narnia they offered

Delicious Turkish delight

But now after endless days it too has lost its luster

Slap me more such offers but I can only say-

‘No, I would prefer not to’

Like Bartleby my dear friend

P.S. Featured image from here.


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