Perturb

Sometimes you make me tired to fulfilled your wish
I tried to capture your shooting star
But you do not even aware

That THERE is shooting star
And look what you've done
I have a stack of shooting stars
Feverishly want you to look at them
But in the end, die from glum longing
Or flee from your half-hearted embrace

I give you a rope but you throw it away
I give you a pole but you snub it
I give you a path but you stand still
Time is running out
I am in the edge of my patience
Have a nerve, for God sake!