There was once a man
that asked a boy a question
"What is your story boy?"
"Boy"
he said
To the man
he thought he was
He answered
like a procrastinator
on a deadline
"I don't know..."
Like an unfurnished house
his structure
was just the facade
of a lazy architect
Painting his cracks
with laters and tomorrows
to hide
his empty rooms
"What is my story?"
I ask
as I look for the answers
from the furniture
of others
As they
are the lessons learned
from their own story
And 'till this day
I ask that question
to the boy
I once was
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC
There was once a man
that asked a boy a question
"What is your story boy?"
"Boy"
he said
To the man
he thought he was
He answered
like a procrastinator
on a deadline
"I don't know..."
Like an unfurnished house
his structure
was just the facade
of a lazy architect
Painting his cracks
with laters and tomorrows
to hide
his empty rooms
"What is my story?"
I ask
as I look for the answers
from the furniture
of others
As they
are the lessons learned
from their own story
And 'till this day
I ask that question
to the boy
I once was
#mystory
