Look at the sky.
How it paint so blue.
On the east some red hue.
Everything shines.
Only if I got to open the blinds.
It shutted down since long.
Here is fine.
Inside is safe.
I did go out, I'm trying.
But for grounding out there was tough.
Finding your own place was not easy.
They told me to enjoy life, to have fun and play.
But suddenly the land became a ground battle.
Grown up supposed to be responsible.
So I enter now into the training center.
If I was lucky enough I'll get toughen.
If it's the opposite, well, it's fine, totally fine.
Nothing can break something that's already broken.
- Author: ayatocka (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2023 00:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
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