some fly with wings
some swim in tears
others dance on strings
some become beggars
some become thieves
some become poets
some become poets
wearing hearts on their sleeves
the meek become stronger
the proud see through little child’s eyes
the wise, a fool one minute
shaping truth out of lies
a song most often heeded
to a tunnel with unknown end
to a tunnel with unknown end
painful sweet stupidity
to some, a foe…
to few, a friend
to few, a friend
-written 6 years ago i think-
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