I wish that I could run,
Run into this world of photography of mine,
But Instead, I am just stuck here in office,
Until the clock strikes nine
And when no work hits me hard,
I enter into the web world of mine,
Where I sit, browse and drowse
Charming the beauties all the time
But then it strikes me of all,
How long will I be able to take this nonsense fall?
Scared to face this ruthless society,
Scared to break the shackles its set
So maybe it time to run,
To lope, jog and sprint
In the world of photography of mine
Back to the place I belong.