I Can Still Try In My Dreams
This world likes to make us fools,
Emphasising on what greatness has occurred,
And overcomplicating the simplest of words and matters.
Instead, they just make themselves look more foolish.
I'm so lost, no one can find me
Not even the closest person's words can reach me.
I search again and again for a place to be myself,
And yet, there is nowhere I can go, where I can stand.
All over again, my lonely theories take control.
And envy embeds itself in my heart and soul.
Even when I try so hard, and I put my best,
Yet still, I have to fit in as best as I can.
My best is still underestimated no matter what.
A never-ending enmity between my world and theirs.
Their emotions flood everywhere, where are mine?
That's when I realise that I feel too numb for reality.
My existence doesn't matter to them, everything still remains the same.
My name won't go down in books, that's how strong my invisibility is.
I wouldn't remember the past anyway, even if they say it was good.
I know that my eccentricity is also heroism in people's hearts
And even if they think they can push me six feet under ground,
And stop my protests,
They need to, have to, keep in mind that,
No matter what, I can still try in my dreams.
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