To all the hustlers, the crazy ones and the misfits,
Stranded in a matrix with exhausting habits,
Relentlessly searching for more in their souls and spirits,
The normalcy and mediocrity it effortlessly outwits.
Constantly muddled by the decision to feel or fight,
Take a moment to humanize, love and emote the delight.
Caught in an unending quest for a brighter light,
You lose the bliss of a gratifying dimmed bulb in sight!
Steering with all your might through ungiving streams,
Building castles held together by faith and hope beams,
With a devotion so hard and real, God himself gleams,
In a forlorn and lonely world, striking forward with dreams!
The perennial storm within you keeping you poised,
Flirting with risk, dancing with chance to hold yourself mesmerised,
Bearing the brunt of duty and loyalty, yet be despised,
But the book of death speaks only of the immortalised!
To all the hustlers, the crazy ones and the misfits,
Stranded in a matrix with exhausting habits,
Relentlessly searching for more in their souls and spirits,
The normalcy and mediocrity it effortlessly outwits!
