Oh how fortunate others are
Drifting and driving their dreams with their cars
Yet, I am nothing but stuck on ambitions
Missions that I've craved and abandoned to prisons
Like a theatre where the curtain goes up
The masks displays itself through life's map
Entangled with the play that we dance
Who am I to deserve a rich man's stance?
I am isolated from everyone's grasp
Roaming freely yet caged with the past
Do I even deserve these future in my mind?
When everyone's climbing, I am but a man who's been left behind
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Dawnlight: The Timeline (Poetry Collection)
PoetryA collection of English and Tagalog poetry. It is where the heart and soul of the writer that embodies his life. This is where untold stories are seen which an individual can figure its riddles. Enjoy traveling deeper into the cavern of curiosity w...
