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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

Choices

I don’t make choices..
Choices happen to me.
While I sit there inadequately..
Waiting for the next thing to happen.
It often dampens me..
Leaves me shaken.
But the truth is I keep lying.
About how dying gets superfluous.
Emphasis on lives occur..
Mine seems to be way better.
While many out there just suffer..
Denying the fact that ending it is what they prefer.
Empty eyes portray blasphemy..
Nothing is rudimentary.
The train which no one’s willing to take..
Cowardice is a notion while bravery sticks to make.
But I want to go a long way..
Holding hands asking them to stay.
As the journey just got started..
And all those unwilling have already departed.

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