My rain

A mountain of bones

Too gain your success

Like a restaurant

Place your order to go

Many deaths for your flow

People feel its due to mental stress

Nobody cares what you know

Can you prove and care?

It’s the trap of time

You pay for your crimes

Living as a thorn

Thinking about monetary gain

Only maybe to realize

Knowledge is power

Little drum inside grows louder

Sharing with others

Strengthens moral fibre

These things I may gain