Fate hates me. I swear!
The luckiest person would agree that the path to greatness has no pebbles to stumble upon and no black cats purring to your way.
But the ladders open to the saltiest air when I walk.
And Karma is always backstabbing me.
What can I do... Hope?
That one day a guy will swipe me of my feet and taking down the path of success and show me greatness show me marvelous futures that awaits me?
But fantasy is that, Lies!
Hope exist to everyone, but it has favoritism and I am not in the list...
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Mysteries
PoetryPoetry is a fine way to tell you exactly who I am. And yet, you'd still be clueless. But of course, prove me wrong.
