Calm, unconfident, weary face
Maybe running a imaginary race,
What can it done, he asked
Deep inside already lost with reality stack
Great throughts of his Unknownest to all
Still I say he is a biggest fool
Twisted his emotions as wire
Burn himself with a blue fire
Desires running wild in a bizzare field
Still he hops on his transparent shield
"How foolish he is" Is not he???
Still he has the false hope to bind
And that's what his old man's tone saying...
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:40 AM UTC
Calm, unconfident, weary face
Maybe running a imaginary race,
What can it done, he asked
Deep inside already lost with reality stack
Great throughts of his Unknownest to all
Still I say he is a biggest fool
Twisted his emotions as wire
Burn himself with a blue fire
Desires running wild in a bizzare field
Still he hops on his transparent shield
"How foolish he is" Is not he???
Still he has the false hope to bind
And that's what his old man's tone saying...
A quiet reflection on inner conflict, false hope, and the voice of experience. Written from the space between youths chaos and an old mans weary understanding.