In the middle of the thin rivulets,
Energy bounces outside of its house.
The drive to be the best beyond,
Slowly evaporates even from the elite.
Bang! Bang!

The beads of sweat from the fields,
The logistical bliss from the cubicles,
The trails of graphite from the schools,
The patch of pride proudly presented from overseas,
All who carry the river inside,
Acknowledge the sacrifice of releasing it.
Bang! Bang!

But what of that dream?
Is it inversely an intellectual illusion?
For reality can only come,
When the dream ends.
Bang! Bang!

So sleep softly in solemn slumber,
And wish not to be awoken.