Mmm life of stress, no rest. Nothang but Struggle, I ponder why it seems trouble. No one knows he struggled, Dadda sa'd tide stays not longer. Weather wiggled unstable'. Coneider strong. Clouds appear awesome and the top of the skies smell so handsome. Top on the peak of the world. Above adhere golden stones of light. Realistically loyal to life. Optimistically humanitarian. Much more to life than Destitute, if there's any infrastructural, love is, spread her wings she learnt to soar. Human is made, none cultural. Who did it save? Transformation does not come without individuality. Power of love create solidarity. '4gi'e me' f'r my flaws already bow' my head. I wish more freedom as free as tree (s) fixate hove on Cloudnine as I'm high.
evenings dwindle ever so slowly as if Time had forgotten to breathe; suspended, in effortless gloom wildly wishing the overture would change for once monotones bleed from things once cherished and abhorred; people so beloved held cruelly by the vortex created by Time and Land the clock strikes its usual hour with an poignant ‘ding’ echoing in the staleness of now.
perhaps I’m deluded Time had forgotten her cue; perhaps I myself had forgotten to live, perhaps I had turned cold and merely waited for warmth to thaw me, perhaps the wait for that elusive desire halts the need for progression;
Perhaps I have tasted the dismal dismay this disgruntled encasement delivers; it took so long to notice...
What if I listened to everyone? What if I carried on being the black sheep? Always felt like I was going to get shot by a gun One day I overcame this crucial heap
I could have sat in the corner Staying controlled by my disorder I had the strength to go against what I was perceived to not be capable of No longer sitting on the fence
Even if I don’t reach the highest height I still gave plenty of powerful fight I could have listened to what people thought I’d be Used my wisdom as a key to unlock all the massive amounts of potential in me
Today I feel exceptionally proud because What if I carried on living life in a grey cloud?