I want to run away
Far from the palace I'm currently in
Search for a pad in a day
And live freely because I've never been.
Chose to wash dishes for a living
Leave that "everyday feast" kind of meal
As long as rice and salt can satisfy starving
I'll never trade my freedom for riches as a deal.
I just can't digest their crudeness anymore
They are a different breed of demon you'll meet
I picked the wooden than their evil golden core
Live happily in a fortress than castles built on pit.
I won't be scared in poverty,
Won't get shut down with money easily
If living with luxury while caged and full of regrets
I'd chose sleeping in dirt and live life limitless.
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Diary of an Introvert
PoetrySecond book of the The Dorks Are Shining. A poetry and some random thoughts filed to create a meaningful reflection of what society really is and how does life work.