Redundant

The pain of being alone.
Inspite of billions of them.
The way of looking life.
Sometimes.
With pure negativity.
When everything seems like sinking.

Deep.

Every dream turning into a nightmare.

Full of unfulfilled desires.

All coming together.

Making you run.

For freedom.

From everything.

That has fixed your state.

To the destined happenings.

Which are inevitable.

On a daily basis.

The true nature.

Already suffocating.

For survival.

Feeling the continuous.

Pressure of the work.

That is left to be done.

And the time that is left.