you

You have met both the truth and the lie While crossing the bridge of task. You must have looked up to envisage the sky nonchalant to those who put you through without mask and shame and moreover the bridge just doesn’t end the more you put efforts, double your try and left to yourself no respite but defend. Then you kept wondering whether it’s time’s whim or just a patchy sweaty dream of yours where you live with zero chance to amend yet get all the stickabilities not to die.