Pages after pages the book I turn .

Noting and writing while I burn

Midnight oil with something more

Is it myself or the dreams I adore ?

Regretting a lot but planning concurrently new

Schedule after Schedule leaving me askew

Blinking to focus ,tugging unkempt knots

When all I want to do is sleep through this tight spot

But are my dreams so starkly unadorned

That on slightest catastrophe I can give them up?

Study lamp glows brighter in the night

Edging me forward to bring up my fight

Drinking some water I start outright

Tired is the body but not the mind

Hunger to see my pioneering smile

Keeps pushing me forward every Mile

Alread can feel dreams burning up

Not into ashes but like the stars above .