Swipe in.

Swipe out.

Into 10.

12.

365.

That’s how it goes.

What?

Time.

Life.

You spent your moments in minutes,seconds,hours.

And in a blink of an eye years are gone.

You’ll refill; redeem the cookie points,

Once every month or twice,

As per the prescription.

The prescription by the way,

Is directly proportional to the frustration.

And those cash-in of time would come in the form clinks of glasses and half-baked lies,

Told to ride far away and escape from the monotonous.

Ride where?

Where the soul fills its empty stomach,

Somewhere far far away,

But only to return,

To the mundane.