We envy that which we are not.
We see things through a pane of glass.
We are beings, trapped within our desires,
In a world where we can't get what we want.
Where some have power and others die because of the lack of it,
In a world where some survive and some live,
And everyone's busy with their trivialities and forget what matters most,
Simply dissolving--,
Into a world that's confused--,
Constantly changing,
Diffusing into a continuous monotonous routine,
And sometimes losing ourselves along the way.
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• lost stars
PoetryWe are stars. Every one of us. A fire burns inside us, so strong that it in the end it will destroy us. We are stars that have lost their twinkle, their light. We are stars that need to be rekindled, relighted. We are stars and we have lost our ligh...
