Meeting life on a separate note,
I gazed at the moaning sky,
With a want to fix the ruptured introspections, I still cover the terrible lies.
“What a pity!” they murmured.
Breathing frantically; messing up was evident.
But choosing to be suave was a debarred route. One of the preferable coaxes I could have ever considered in the first place.
Here I am,
Opting for distinctiveness, loving without reasons, leaving behind the curses coming my way, and raising to feel the world rather dancing on the fingertips.
Different is definitely better,