A Fortune

I woke up with a tormenting dream
Where I tried to find peace and
Found you in utmost unbearable and unstoppable form.

I tried to complain on you
When,
I want to master myself
With all my forces accumulated
And with a tyrant grip
Where
 Only I know what unbearable inner struggle I fought.

My thoughts and hope were to end
Where you made me realize that
A poor just need pieces of bread to live
Which are fallen from a rich man's table.

Now I say to myself that
I have to resign myself with the fact
That, one should not ask a fortune
That one doesn't deserve
And stop crying, complaining.

You!! may be just a machine ticking whole day
but never gave me a clue what's your intention is.
And after all, no one survived
Who tried to control you.