Funny, false, fathoms of society,
following a pattern that goes for infinity.
For what reasons is hard to tell,
to fly, deny, hold on, or yell.
Giving it all, carry it on,
a force drags me back,
I push my limits, try hard,
keep ears deaf, eyes blind for all.
To focus on my purpose,
it's fine if I fall.
Let them say things as so,
what else would they do.
I won't stop, and don't you,
reach heights and skies too.
- Author: Janhvi ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2023 00:52
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 4
Comments1
excellent work.
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