Does fantasy only the way
Makes the life keep going
Taking to many hardships
Doesn't end life and choice
Nothing comes as owned
Till act and act
Blood and sweat laboured
As food for thought
After each setback
Reminds of re-examine self
After each success
Cheers for what best awaits
For the slumber the soul is dead
For the louder the acts are not muffled
Each sunrise and sunset
Remindes days are fleeting
Hands get black
Mind gets rustick
Monotony of acts
Gets the days bored
Material world heard
No voice of soul
Except the thing
act and act
On the whole
peace of mind rests
only in fantasy world