Catastrophic mind ruins all I build,
Nothing serene about my euphony.
We try to be more than what we are,
Not realising we abandon our own selves.
World tells us to move forward, move on,
As quickly you can, forget your roots,
And alter your soul, spirit and mind.
Do they know your inner man cannot be tempered?
Finding essence of pride in fast paced life,
We try to achieve the best triumph.
Not all of us reach it, we thrive, we strive,
We carry the burden for the hope of it all.
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Author:
mirrorball (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 23rd, 2025 12:14
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