Awaking from my dream,
I find myself on
The same rusty car;
I fight and struggle
Through the same road,
The life with the same traffic.

The same road and traffic
Of life, is boredom
For a person who needs a changes;
Running on the same lane
Makes me go insane;

The reason is like a pot-hole.
I switch career like
How we switch cars;
The road is the same;
I clean the car and
For awhile it shines
But again dusty it becomes.

How long, the same road
With the same traffic,
I have to take?
'Life is short,' but
The road is long
With the same dusty traffic.