Adrenaline Rush

Gone are the days of rise and shine,

Welcome night and eve

Life flows on in a fat red line,

Tired, our souls will leave

Pressured under the dictator, Time,

Restless, we end in rage

Thus a pen needs a paper to write a rhyme,

Just like scholars need a sage

Spirits crushed under the weight of the rush

The dictator yells: “Stop!” Time will freeze

We cringe in despair, souls are squeezed

Enter music to give comfort

But comfort it can’t give for hope just left,

Time took it away, a reckless theft!

To our pleas it did not heed!