And so have my life become….

Same is my life every day,
Same are my works every day
And so have my thoughts become,
The same and the same and the same.
I now work like a machine
That only stops when power cuts off,
I only stops when exhausted
And lies unconscious in my bed.
Dreams don’t come to my sleep,
And nor do I have dreams left.
Life has become a puzzle,
A real tough puzzle.
I had dreams, real nice dreams,
All shattered by an innocent deed.
They say dreams don’t end,
Which was not true of me.
I have no hopes, no dreams,


Real good dreams.
What is life really,
Without even an innocent dream,
An innocent hope, .life is a real failure,
Failure of a poor heart
With no dreams, and
Only screams left!.

Noufal
10/8/2000