So close yet so far...

So close yet so far,
through the door ajar...

A little light is seeping,
opportunities are peeping...

I try to grab them with both my hands,
they slip through my fingers like dry sand...

Every single day,
to my dismay...

I try to make ends meet,
In the end am left with just tired feet...

Count your blessings is what they say,
Easier said than done in life's ballet...

I spread my arms and keep on waiting,
looking on with weary eyes...

For some blessings not in disguise,
for sunny mornings and deep blue skies...
for golden sunsets and full moonrise,
Listening to the sayings wise...

I spread my arms and keep on waiting,
looking on with weary eyes...

So close yet so far,
through the door ajar...

A tiny little light is seeping...

Problems of this Life is what I think...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
All the hard work has gone down the drain...
Those long hours & weekend have gone in vain...
Money has become this life's marrow...
This race has made us shallow...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
"Blue screen of death" is what I want...
No Work to do and all fun around...
Why should I work for a funny ass clown...
Why should I keep my expectations down...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
EQ doesn't matter, nor do feelings...
In the end this leaves you squealing...
Like a swine... in a closed cage...
Who has to take the inhuman shot.. despite all the rage...

Problems of this Life is what I think...
Staring at the ceiling without a blink...