SURFEIT

 Swing —Deen Sayeedin The sound of failure all around— I dive into failure again. The summer friends of good days, in unfamiliar form, I dive into failure again. The terrible faces of those I loved— I dive into failure again. Loved ones invest their money, And I drown in the trap of debt. Reprimands echo on every side; Success, it seems, has sailed to the West. Echoes, echoes—of laughter all around. I make a vow to myself: Maybe I will rise, or maybe I will die— But still, I will hold on.