The end unreachable

winning a war i've never learnt

its one-third life getting over..

getting at par i've everytime dreamt

its second by second pulling closer

using my fingers i've always burnt

its drop by drop getting away

cracking my head i've left unused

its debasing night after day

gauging my drift i'm here amused

what count is this U-turn

whisking the surroundings that sound diffused

what is the interpretation

trying trying trying as i pretend to do

what draws me to the center of a twister

vying for the aura i ought to woo

what slips in the end by a whisker

dying to pen the thoughts I want to poo

that sway from here to there

itching to bridle those awry clouds

I fear I'll give up in my chair..