Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain

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I have no doubts, because I think everything before I wrote something in here,
This is a pure flow of words,
Without thinking,
I am just the channel of the flow,
And there's no dam to stop it,

I can't remember pictures,
And I can't figure out things easily,
For I forbid myself from drowning with Sanities,
And those dreams can Capture my wrath,
Seems too weird,
But it contains a ton of fun,
Where I swim along the flow of words,
Under the sun,

I burned my soul,
And petrified by the guilt,
Hesitations?,  I am just a human without polished skills,
I like to write,  but I don't like to read,
I like to eat, but I don't like to serve,
It's funny and ironic that I am working as a waiter,
Who waits for your plates to be finished,
And clean the mess after eating the whole meal passionately,

I dig in to starvation,
This isn't mandatory, this is an obligation,
Supporting yourself to turn your luck well is a ton of delusion,
You either starve from failing,
Or just sleep from the very beginning ,
Much worst when you give up,  without trying,

I am running out of time,
like this inevitable flows,
When the sun slides down,
And the skies turns orange,
Where the darkness starts to swallow the night sky,
The words starts to show themselves,
Endlessly hunts my head,

In the form of a song,
In a form of a poem,
Even quotations that I think wasn't that wrong,
I am just a loner,
A tree without roots,
Lacking foundations of points,
A tasteless fruit,

This poem talks about me,
Or either you,
Neither us,
will make our dreams come true,
A dream, is a dream,
That lasts for years,
Ends with decades,
When we learn to pursue.

Every flow has a way,
Everything is different,
Starting from the first line,
You'll suddenly understand,
This is just a play.