The world was upon you
From the moment that
You’ve crawled out of In Utero.
Their hearts melted, delighted
With awe and delicate care.
A mother’s touch and a father’s pride.
Many argued that you have your mother’s skin
Or your father’s fair features.
Ah, the apple of their eye.
You grasp for words and such,
trying to take your little steps;
Those teeny-weeny ones
As you walked barefoot with
Your itsy-bitsy toes,
sometimes crawling on the floor
Using bare hands.
They watch and play to you
As if you’re a doll.
Now you’ve grown a bit or two,
They say: “They grow up so fast, y’know?”
You play as if it’s what matters the most.
That what they say is apple sauce.
The world is a playground.
Many summer child’s arrived,
playing in the sun until the moon fades in.
As you reached tender age,
A thing or two had changed.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
It’s as sour as Death brings Truth.
Those whom you cherished, walked away
And turned their backs.
Ye olde gods, abandoned your soul,
Forsaken by the Almighty and the Heavens above.
Graybeards remarked changes in you.
Without knowledge or caution
To know what you have become.
Peers glare at your Heart and Soul,
Weighing it as if they’re Osiris.
Judging whether you are worthy
In a sense, bound by the laws of existence.
And by the gods, the world is
Full of excess, vice and uncertainties.
What are the odds?
Ain’t no sunshine or rainbows
Outside the dome.
You looked at the glass globe
And reminisced about yesterday
That was never there yet remained
And never left.
The way it is and the way we are,
Like a fever dream.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
The world was upon you
From the moment that
You’ve crawled out of In Utero.
Their hearts melted, delighted
With awe and delicate care.
A mother’s touch and a father’s pride.
Many argued that you have your mother’s skin
Or your father’s fair features.
Ah, the apple of their eye.
You grasp for words and such,
trying to take your little steps;
Those teeny-weeny ones
As you walked barefoot with
Your itsy-bitsy toes,
sometimes crawling on the floor
Using bare hands.
They watch and play to you
As if you’re a doll.
Now you’ve grown a bit or two,
They say: “They grow up so fast, y’know?”
You play as if it’s what matters the most.
That what they say is apple sauce.
The world is a playground.
Many summer child’s arrived,
playing in the sun until the moon fades in.
As you reached tender age,
A thing or two had changed.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
It’s as sour as Death brings Truth.
Those whom you cherished, walked away
And turned their backs.
Ye olde gods, abandoned your soul,
Forsaken by the Almighty and the Heavens above.
Graybeards remarked changes in you.
Without knowledge or caution
To know what you have become.
Peers glare at your Heart and Soul,
Weighing it as if they’re Osiris.
Judging whether you are worthy
In a sense, bound by the laws of existence.
And by the gods, the world is
Full of excess, vice and uncertainties.
What are the odds?
Ain’t no sunshine or rainbows
Outside the dome.
You looked at the glass globe
And reminisced about yesterday
That was never there yet remained
And never left.
The way it is and the way we are,
Like a fever dream.
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