A spectator, no more

Fantasy might create an illusion.
Reality may leave me disillusioned.
Ecstasy can lead us to places sans description.
Fallacy might lead to false decisions
And I'm standing, just as a Spectator!

Toil, that is done always
While the fruit's of one's toil
Lies somewhere neither known nor heralded.
Victory, there is a faint glimpse of it
And I'm struggling, just as a Spectator!

The sun shines bright, with its light
While the wind traverses when at my grind
The moonlight mesmerizes as a subtle sight.
There am I, watching it unfold
And I'm furious, just as a Spectator!

Let me be the sun, let me be the moon.
Let victory come my way, experience empower my way!
Let me toil and let me see the fruit.
I will make my way through with a will!
With a hope for more as 'I'm a Spectator no more'!

-Gopsay!

Statistics suggest that today is officially the last day at office for me as a '15 year old'! Tomorrow never comes, but many of them have already convinced me that I'll be 16 tomorrow! I wanted to torture the keyboard (not copyrighted) one last time as a '15 year old kid' ! And yes, I've done that!! :)