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A Boy Who Touched The Sky

sand and mud splattered on his dud he watches his shoes sinking deeper in pool a stone  at sight he doesn't want  to fight but that seems the only way to keep him cool he thrashes and there goes the stool flying through the sky a story to boast about as birds don't lie the crying soul went dashing  through the door calling foul roaring back  comes a clutter for a boy  the success matters so he gathers his wet shoes and tries to adjust the  stance forgetting the simple fact of he didn't  stand a chance and with a dance or two he runs like a fool towards the old school  with the thought  of ghosts playing dust off while his feet had started to give up rolling  over the grass bed his breath wide spread  a dragon cloud soaring high flew right amidst the floating sky the bird waved him slight  flying to go out of sight he had lost and found his try  beyond the mighty sky while fresh droplets  felt on his face  ended up the chase  rain had  made the dragon cloud to surrender a dr

Can I

Can I quit ..
Or Can I run.
Can I conflict..
Just for fun.
Done taking the short cuts..
Even long routes don’t bother.
It’s the crowd that smothers.
Don’t want to keep lying..
As truth is undesirable.
Don’t want to try..
Not anymore.
Let’s just make it worth the sigh some more.
For Fate is imaginary..
People are tertiary.
Thoughts make them scary..
What awaits you is death..
That’s the light on the other side of the tunnel.
What’s important is touch..
What needs to be read are the eyes.
Don’t trust words..
They are just fillers.
Making up for the emptiness..
Worse is the hands..
That hold to leave whenever.
Cause you are meant to realize..
This life is forever.

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