I remain a shell of what was once human,
a walking talking deception to the world,
i remain as though everything in life didn't change me,
for the better of which it has.
I remain a scale of what was once something colourful,
not the most colourful, but bright to the masses I traversed,
I am an ocean that has lost its habitats,
calm and stormy but lifeless at the very least.
I remain a mere spectator in what some may call my story,
a rare interaction with the ensemble at times,
I play all the roles and manipulate their foils,
everything but the outcome is within my control.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
I remain a shell of what was once human,
a walking talking deception to the world,
i remain as though everything in life didn't change me,
for the better of which it has.
I remain a scale of what was once something colourful,
not the most colourful, but bright to the masses I traversed,
I am an ocean that has lost its habitats,
calm and stormy but lifeless at the very least.
I remain a mere spectator in what some may call my story,
a rare interaction with the ensemble at times,
I play all the roles and manipulate their foils,
everything but the outcome is within my control.
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