The Ink in the Pen writes.

Winning Lifestyles -
How profusely you had to wait.

These trends of a new life, don't appeal much.
Where are the lives of the given millions.
Waiting in lines and ques for a living brew.
Their backs are on the run and front is all torn;
They say that you are the winning and the loss of time.
It's a myth you only live twice.


To be the beaming beacon of the dry starved hopes,
To wring in the Circus of the petulant grope:
"Don't worry, little kid,
It's only worth a dime."
And you keep wondering, if He's ever got time.
To be on the road
Or to be the broad.
It's not worth a thought -
Neither a soul.
It's a myth you only live twice.


To be conquered of Woken,
You must know by now:
that at the break of dawn
It's only what you must leave and then
Live on the behind.
Harken your will and weigh you soul.
It's a myth you only live twice.

Pray the Made and not the Medium.
It's a hoax, your life is sometimes worth a dime.