Why so sad?

Why so sad?

Why so serious?

Why so tense?

Shouldn't you be living in the present tense?

Let the tedious

things roll off your shoulders

rebounding every canon that's fired like the ironclad.

Never stay satisfied with mediocracy

but always follow your dreams

under your own theocracy.

Never stay stagnant because of fear

despite the inevitable fissures of your emotions

causing pain, doubt, and tears.

Never focus on the circumstances;

always strive to break the norms of society

in any way, shape, and form

setting your own limits to transform

from amorphous clay

to a sculpted eagle who seeks to rise above the foggy fray.

 

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