Living a world of darkness
Where I am not allowed to dream
People impose on me their will
And sometimes even their dreams
Was I born to be like this
Following the will of others
Because I have dream for myself
Different and unique to others
But I cry the tears of loss
For then it'll be late forever
And that dream will soon be lost
For I'll never reach where I dreamt of since eleven
What is the use of living a life
Which you can't call your own
I want to know what it is like
To be able to fulfil the dream that you own
🥀 Lakshita
YOU ARE READING
More than just words
Poesia《"The moon does not have light of it's own but it still shares the little light that it receives."》
