The way you fly, the way you cry, someone will hate you
When you reach the top, someone will cut the tree you're on
She'll ruin you, she'll get in your head, like winds she blew
Like the leech she is, parasite she's been, seed she'd sown
Don't act up, just resist, fly to the ocean's paved land
Act tough, even though you're weak, that way,
If she survive, and say she doesn't care, they'd say "slay"
A change in perspective, a stain in my shirt, I found
Something white, Milky white? A dirty stain that I hate
Just a dirt in an eagle's feather, not safe and sound
A chess game we played, you cornered me, you say "checkmate"
Everyone will be excited to watch you fall down
A dragon has told me to live life to the fullest
Don't bother to look at the low class as they bring you down
"Bravo", I say to myself as I reached Everest
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A Poet's Sojourn: His Compendium
PuisiTales of a poet that was saved by another poet: A collection of the poetry I wrote. I was trapped inside an endless void. I'm on the verge of going crazy- who said I wasn't?
