Survival

Every sort of stress makes me eat
Searching my spirit to lift my soul
I drowned myself in food and work
Struggling with my every organ and mind
I gathered my thoughts and started to pray
Consciousness took an ugly turn and started a fight.

I ran and ran in my brain to stop the fight
Started to devour everything no one dared eat
I kept myself in check, hoping to pray
For the sanity and peace of my soul
But everything finds a way to betray my mind
Drowning further in exotic cuisines and work.

All our life we think of work
Comes with either encouragement or fight
Usually the winner has seldom to do with mind
Suddenly I realize not everything I see can I eat
Meanwhile I welcomed demons to suck my soul
Nothing can show me the way, coz I can’t pray.

I remember those days I could pray
No matter how much I get mingled in my work
I had an innocent and inexperienced soul
That knew nothing about a fight
Now all I do is eat
And wait for serenity to blow mind.

I lost my senses and the right state of mind
Looking at others who find ways to pray
I visit a small deli to eat
Finding everyone drowned in work, work and work
Tangled in the same thoughts again and start the fight
Once more with my stupid, wicked soul.

Surrendered to all the indulgences of my dark soul
I knew I lost all my right senses and witty mind
I am trying to again fight
Studying hard to learn the basics of pray
I will stop everything that puts my poor heart to work