At twenty, I succeeded. I lost the game.
At an early age, I won against pain. I drowned with all the sorrow of rain.
It's a choice. I know.
It's your choice. We all know.
But not every time, not a single time,
we can slay in time.
Maybe some other day, or maybe no other day.
I just can't. I shouldn't. I couldn't.
But this is how it goes;
to sway and just be patient to the flow.
The kind of flow you wish to be a big no.
(Written: 1st of July, year 2022)
