Half-closed eyes

In constant fight with the world; with one person, with the system whatever the inner tension meets. Built up insecurities hunt the tired mind to take control and put this messed up world right. In vain. Exhaustion takes the places of all smiles and the passion that once started the busyness. This keenness serves nobody because it is for the sake of its own self. It brings satisfaction to nobody; it eats all that used to be the meaning of all of these alive, leaving nothing but worn out existence and half-closed eyes behind.