The Empty Bottle

Sometimes you really got unlucky.

Things that you thought you would've grasp it just seems to loose out from your fist.

You just see it slip away right in front of you.

You tried and tried.

And then you tried all sorts of methods to secure this thing which again you actually successfully grasped.

And yet it still loose out from your fist again.

You get up, stop giving up, and try a few more times.

As it goes by, your hands grew weaker and it just seems like you can't even pull a hair.

You felt like letting it be and surrender.

And then, you're injected with fresh air and given another shot, or you thought so.

It just feels like it's going to be your last shot and nothing else in your mind except "I've got to try nailing it this time".

Too bad, the fun stops here.

Cause apparently that is just an imaginary oasis in the middle of an endless desert.

It's all just repetition all over, a bad, terrible nightmare.

A consistent traumatic deja vu with extra onions on the top.

It's feels nothing else but hot here, and thirsty too.

And the bottle remains empty.

You've got to walk on, kiddo.

Slowly, sluggishly.

Every heavy step of yours is by bit the slightest hope you've got for yourself.

Nobody else's going to help you, nobody's able to.

While God decides your end, it doesn't mean you cannot appeal for extension.

Appeal won't necessarily be accepted, though.

Do-or-die, make-or-break.

And if you're lucky you get take-or-leave.

Stay strong and grow from strength to strength.

Keep on rollin'.