So much time to do on our own
Timeless stress, can't bare me to stay put
Such times aren't static but accelerating
All those years, the world is changing
The life I knew could be cruel than the devil
Feels like tortured to go on to the verdict
Speculating the time for golds that never value
Spending my time on the wasted virtue
I'd love to do things that make me nice
Being special for what makes me shine
Being the president of my lifestyle
So much that I ever wanted, but I can't have it in fine line
My world is just peace and quiet
My determinations have omnipotence
But being caged from the den of will
That makes me feel useless every single day
All of these competencies I have at age
Now I feel like I am in caged
Filled with fear
And I'm living with it
Written in: December 23, 2019
Published on; April 19, 2020
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