Beyond the desire of this broken world,
Lived a boy who was never told
"He could do but only if he thought to,
Could achieve anything, if he wants to"
Always thought "I am not gonna make it, not good enough"
"There's millions at the pinnacle"
I don't know but everybody knows,
"how's it done and how its not"
Petrifying nightmares haunts me a lot,
Is there no one I can trust the most?
Soon, Is the culmination of my life
Soon, I am gonna be lost
And soon enough an elder approached,
Said the wisest he could think the most
O 'son O 'my child
Don't think a lot,
This hidden world is full of lies and odds
You are not bad, you are
just too good for this world,
Filled with fake desires and cursed dunce
Apex is far beyond the doors,
Just be the master of your thoughts
- Author: Symphonically_Amazed ( Offline)
- Published: January 9th, 2023 08:12
- Category: Short story
- Views: 22
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