This city, awoken
From the sleep it barely harkens,
Built by dreams not belonging to its remnants.
I say,
it's just the same as how I view the poignant reminder
of building blocks for desired freedom
in a landscape of chains and confinements.
The freedom's stitched from watching ****** shows and how a city bows to the highest of the low,
constrained by the West's dream,
concerned by the East's thoughts.
Bitter puff composite of woven bluffs,
as the scenery is engulfed by intangible expectations,
discarded memories,
a still pool with no wakes
opposing the ever hardly stopping steps of our mistakes
that turn into rubble for us to sit on.
Now the bitterness turns empty.
Let's sigh happily!
'cause now nothing is heavy,
but the numbing cost of our spirit lingers in our body
Such irony when the vessel needs its soul to even prolong this POV.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
This city, awoken
From the sleep it barely harkens,
Built by dreams not belonging to its remnants.
I say,
it's just the same as how I view the poignant reminder
of building blocks for desired freedom
in a landscape of chains and confinements.
The freedom's stitched from watching ****** shows and how a city bows to the highest of the low,
constrained by the West's dream,
concerned by the East's thoughts.
Bitter puff composite of woven bluffs,
as the scenery is engulfed by intangible expectations,
discarded memories,
a still pool with no wakes
opposing the ever hardly stopping steps of our mistakes
that turn into rubble for us to sit on.
Now the bitterness turns empty.
Let's sigh happily!
'cause now nothing is heavy,
but the numbing cost of our spirit lingers in our body
Such irony when the vessel needs its soul to even prolong this POV.