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Your way

 

 

Glance back at me, please, once again

not a favour rather a prey

to look at you without restrain

has always been a gift, each day

 

Once you decided to fake your life

discard your soul too soft and shy

your weird beauty as your own style

would help you now to reach the skies

 

Because success needs no regard

and for compassion's no time left

you placed your dreams on this postcard

with no addressee but yourself

 

Please wake up now, open your eyes

not a favour, rather a prey

stop ignoring the dirt outside

you may fall harder the next day