For the beloved days
that i could have spend
by cuddling to my young ambition
through the spare time i gifted
by the agendas to recharge my electricty,
never in my life any gaze or vision
telling me the moment where my shell couldn’t embody
what my head does.
The dragon won’t get distracted by the pretty lights,
the mountain perfectly crafted to erupt by
anytime his fiery demeanor
once the trigger pressed.
How i wish i could went back to the cage i build,
the land were too beautiful by it’s conservativity
that nobody even dare to let the truth shot the peace.
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