...uncertainties
They called me intelligent, but none of my neurons could add up to my sense,
I tried and tried and the more you asked me to stay away,
The more I pushed myself in the ambiguity of uncertainties.
The world is harsh and harmful,
How would I know when you were my protective cover?
You had kept me like the pearl in the shell,
Like a golden bird; in the cage,
But all I wanted was to fly.
YOU ARE READING
An ako Mirasol
PoetryReal life isn't neatly divided into a sequence of stories where each one has definite end. So, the question of whether or not real life has happy endings is moot. It really just depends... which moment you want to call it "endings".
