Hustle Bustle

Follow your dreams

Is what they scream

Over the bustle

In the rat race hustle.

With schedules carved

And eyes starved

For a knowledge they claim

For the future’s aim

Built on graves

Of the life they crave

For who cares of the bliss

That hearts hiss

When the mind is mould

To be cold.

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