I've went from knives and guns, to ink and pen
From hatred and anger, to confused and without friends.
I'd love to call myself a lonewolf, but we know they work in packs
Which leaves me with no other choice but to give up my attacks.
I've went from North to South, from East to West,
From being the weakest, to being the best.
Oh so much has happened, and so much has changed -
Just as my father told me, "Wisdom comes with age."
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What is this? (Poetry Book II)
PoesieWhat is this, you ask. This is the borderline between saying something and saying nothing at all. " I wish for something, yet I do not know - Am I the honey for the bear or the bear that seeks honey? " Start : 26/02/19 End : 04/09/19
