Carefree Poem by Srivishnu Rentala

I'm busy, yet I feel so free
What do I make of this mystery?
A plethora of goals to complete,
and patience running thin
How can I be so upbeat?
With a toxic failure impending
Time is of the essence.
Even when troubles are unending,
I'm filled with nonchalance.
Study fiercely I must,
in order to achieve.
Furnish me a tiny thrust,
And I'll work hard and heave.
For now I'm left waiting,
for seriousness to penetrate.
With a sense of false optimism,
Sweet Victory, I anticipate.