Anatomy of Joblessness

Sudden vison of a dorm room 
and I find myself lying flat by the berth,
Staring at the ceiling above
as if in a constant haze of pain,
lifting up my bag of bones
I hummed few lines of my favorite songs,
and down came the abrupt rainpour
as if a reminescence to those past days,
myself struck by this sudden gust of nostalgia
could feel the yesterday all over again,
but was the moment worth it ?
for what's down the memory lane are lustful yet absurd,
to say how naive am I
and Gluttony be my alias
so joblessness be on my side,
Tipper tapper fell the few last drops of rain
While i asked myself,"How low am i ?"