Poem is always a way

Awkward as it may seem,

This poem has no mean,

I have no intentions to dream,

I said it; I said it with a scream.

You see I'm tired,

Of every day’s retire,

To wake up again to desire,

A jolly day, though you can’t one hire

All throughout day,

I work none, and live astray,

Poem is though always a way,

To get out and express yourself anyway.

Therefore I write a poem again,

Useless as it may seem, it makes me rain,

With platform joy, since I live on a train,

Which ends a destination I can’t restrain.

Amazing, this useless poem took me less than 10 mins to write... i am so useless