When the time passes towards the night,
It is time to set everything straight.
It is time to log in and work,
Time to put on a fake smirk.

I have to speak to clients on the phone.
Treating their problems as my own.
It feels like the night is pulling me to oblivion,
Sometimes it all feels like an illusion.

I feel like a night owl that doesn’t know other sounds,
It feels like I’m lost in a gigantic abyss.
I can’t even cry about it as I need to speak,
My heart inside me always has that sad squeak.

I cannot keep these emotions no matter how much I try,
Sometimes in the night, I want to hug someone and cry.
Every night I work it makes me more depressed,
I have lost interest in things that make me excited.

Mentally, I’m dead and physically tired,
Trying to keep it together, emotionally I’m drained.

HaHa! What an idiot you are.
Did you expect some niceness in return?
It is you that is bothered with niceness.
But not the world.

How naive of you!
To think that being nice,
Will make people nice.
The quality of nice,
Is nothing but a mirage.
They do think they are nice,
You soft skinned snowflake.

Truth is not the world is harsh.
It is you that is soft.
So small is your threshold,
So ignorant are you.

All the knowledge and nothing works.
All the trials and no one cares.
Everything is a psychological construct.
You reap what you sow,
You see what you think.

It never did mean that you sow niceness
And you reap niceness.
Whatever you sow,
Something you will get.

Wasted analogies,
Useless metaphors,
Generalising the world into meaningless sentences.

How logical is the comparison?
Is it just poetic but not real?
Of course not, how can sowing relate to life?
Yes of course, what you sow that you reap.

But it is not such in life,
It is only factual in sowing.
In reality you only control only what you do.
You do not control what the other does.

Hence, it doesn't necessarily mean that you sow what you reap.
Even metaphorically, it is nonsense.
You sow what you sow,
People sow what they sow,
What reaps, reaps.

Don't tell me now,
That you reap what you sow,
Because you don't know,
You can not know.
How naive can you be,
To think what you sow reaps.

Heck with rhymes,
Heck with structure.
Heck with rhetorics,
Heck with poetics,
Heck with quotations,
Heck with books,
Heck with learnings,
Heck with morals,
Heck with manners,
Heck with niceness,
And heck with you.
Oh naive, idiot!
In the middle, in the middle
Where did you go?
Leaving me here,
Oh, mighty hawk, where did you go?

Come to me, come back.
Oh, dear mighty hawk!
For there is something at lack,
Without your talk.

Looking at the people,
In their busy lives,
I think I might tremble.
Are you roaming with your wives?

You were inside me,
When I needed you the most.
You showed me a way to see.
Without you I’m just a ghost.

How can you leave me?
In this faceless jungle.
Jungle with no trees or bees,
Filled with people who are very terrible.

Please, dear mighty hawk,
Come back to me,
For there is no one here to talk,
Only a waterless sea.

Hopeless bricks and ice cream sticks,
All around the world nothing but tricks.
You flew away from me when you saw those pricks,
With ties, and suits, these corporate dicks.

Where did you go?
Oh, mighty hawk!
Did it hurt your ego?
By their bad talk?

I lost you long ago,
But I cannot forgo.
In the search of my lost ego,
I set foot, ergo!

Did you leave yourself,
In the quest for something else?
Where are you now, why are you now? 
Have you any understanding of who are you now?

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