Rush hour...
A demon keeps hovering over me,
trapping me in dark, in oceans deep,
I try to swim though it holds me in chains,
loosing my hope and causing me pain,
Heart gives up and brains take over,
a path full of obstacles built in towers,
ready to take me down as I move ahead,
it mocks me along, checking my strength,
No matter what stops me even though,
believe in yourself and let the past go,
for the past would snatch the present away, leaving you weak and unable to wake,
One day would come when I see myself,
ahead of all the pain I once felt,
hard work will be paid off eventually,
for everyone deserves to live happily...
V