Torched Beacon

The flaw of a speech
An uncertain step
A bold writing
Not holding any depth
Sustaining fake tears
Lurking behind
A cynical smile
Proud nose
Perched high in the air
Without a single
Sign of despair
Using harsh words
As a weapon
Burning dreams
With torched beacon
Is this who I wanna be ?
Is this who I ever could be ?
Is the cost of success
Crumbling into an ash
others dream n mine…
Could it be turned into cash ?

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philosophy

 

 

as we live each day and open it as a gift

as the lives from within, seems to drift

as the breath we consider to be ours

as the meaning of life becomes swift..

…..as it was never meant to be;