Sitting pretty at eighteen thinking what it'd be at eighty. 
It's easy to crave success,
The only phase in life you wish never had recess, 
This delirium tremens blows in the quivering air, 
Seems like the sporadic wind that blows in and out , once in a while, revitalising every aspiration and ambition with it's divine surge.
The moonlight is again a distant dream, Makes me wonder will I admonish the same once I'm eighty.
There is no epitomy for success, because need and want are like step- brothers. They share the same blood, and yet are biological enemies. 
The truth is never hidden, all of us constitute it. 
If there is ever a paucity of truth seekers , it is only because most of us breed in contempt.
Desiring success is always an easy choice.
Delivering potential is easier, except when we deliberately step on quicksand in our ignominy. 
There is no end to desire, the human race is placed on an eternal quagmire.
If I feel I can conclude with this segment, it'd be wrong and unjust, because for anyone to continue sitting pretty till eighty, there's still time. 
You're never too late, time is with you.
Destiny is never final until you're there.
Nirvana is unsatisfactory .

Unending thirst

I walk a mile a day to see,

The mile has become shorter.

I fail to find the missing key,

I’ve become a living mortar.

I wake up an hour earlier now,

Trying to put an end to my misery.

I don’t understand how,

I ever will be free.

I changed my taste of music,

Trying to strike a new beat.

On second thoughts, I’m feeling sick,

Maybe I should accomplish another feat.

I take a thousand lives away to bring a thousand souls alive

My curse is not forgotten, it weighs me in.

I see beyond the horizon, an ocean for me to dive,

It is the pool of death, there’s no way I can win.

The wind would often ruffle past with loud whispers in my ear,

Now it seems to slither away, in and out of my trail.

The birds now chirp louder to my dissension, to let me know they’re there.

The snow is far from sight, all I see is hail.

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My vital signs seem great today,

And so does the dew on the grass.

An epiphany inside sees a glittering ray,

I know I can’t let this pass.

The wind swings to my wishful whim,

My feet press with comfort on the ground beneath.

My resolution is firm, confidence to the brim,

Finally, I feel it is safe to breathe.

I can now live a thousand lives,

With the blessing of immortality.

I seek to spread the joy it derives,

Trying to bring hope in calamity.

Frowns unfold into smiles as I walk past,

The valley is no longer dark and vile.

I hoist in the sky, the flag of a cloudy mast,

I’m at home and yet in exile.

I’ve quenched my unending thirst,

To see heaven on earth, descending.

I’m sure I haven’t seen it first,

My thirst is still unending.

Will you smell like a bunch of roses?

Will you smell like a bunch of roses?, Whatever my favourite flowers were, I seem to forget. All this, when my nose is blocked and don’t wish to use my olfactory receptors?

Or will you sleep like the mellow sunflower, waiting for another day to descend upon it , erasing the light of yesterday?

Will you be the never ending melody of a clarinet, waged in triumph of love over evil, of hope in despair, of laughter in pain, of joy in loss, and so that two souls may unite?

Or will you be buried so deep in melancholic suicide that even the deepest of excavations fail in tracing the symphony that once became the sound of music?

Will you be the broad daylight I wish to receive, every time the heavens flash into my eyes?

Or will you glisten only in solitude, when I’m not there, and so aren’t you?

Will you ever be the reason that I breathe into the skies, float on fresh grass, the dew kisses my lips, and the froth of the seas is effervescent and sprays its foam on my desiccated face?

Or will you be my sole reason of contempt, my mission of malevolence, and the cause I despise everything nature and society has to offer.

Read from the beginning and alternate between stanzas and you will see life is beautiful.

Read from the second stanza and alternate likewise and you will see how pathetic you’ve made life for yourself.

May you never read the second stanza. Never begin with Or.