Strive to be confused

I am tired of being tired

Tired of chasing the intangible
If i stop,

Will i miss that chance?

Though the sun rises from the east and sets on the west

So that the rays set on every part of the sunflower

What will i be if i forsake the chances?

What if ?

Even the trees in the tropical forests climb to harvest light

What am i with limbs and thoughts to give up?

Shame on me, shame on me.