My psychical Routine in a day

i wake up everyday with a grave fear that i would squander my day ,the precious one day out of the unforeseeable span of time i may be destined to live,an exquisite day which can be perhaps the prospect of my last existence yet with no ventures to make it efficacious.I find my self seeking for elusive satisfaction which seems to become more remote with my every mousy stride and by the time i jiggle to arouse myself i would have already wasted my valuable one day.

With  all the hope gathered out of my already stifled soul i set myself for the college yearning to bring out something functional out of dead-loss me but that turns out to be another way of misspending my already racing time.what is being taught in the classes neither satisfy my quest nor convince my senses and for obvious reasons i feel i am in wrong place and mislaid.i am craving for ideal opportunity to tranquillise my vexed conscience every moment and wish if someone could place me in a correct jumble as i am in entwined trajectory.

As the night sweeps in ,it brings a hunting reminiscence of having frittered away the precious time before and i  helplessly whimper with the immense disappointment for dissipating yet another proficient day

Almighty with unwavering faith i bow to you,

enfold this fool with  your omniscience,

May  i transform to something USEFUL…