Holidays are here, but the cheer might have missed the bus. Year’s coming to an end, but the trials have just begun.
Daunting is the cycle, an impossible feat to not want to break free. But running wild and loose can be a challenge when the destination is as unpredictable as one’s heart and soul.
There are celebrations and confetti, while others bathe in coloured paper, the singled out soul leaves the party early.
Money, as the words sang in chorus, is the root cause of evil. But then in came expectation and dethroned the one from its mighty seat.
Expectation… Death of every shoot of hope.