An Sanguine Interpretation
A vast variety of opportunities so easily attainable
As if they were just only a handreach away
Fame, power, and riches were ineludible
My future was in my hands
The crazy thing is my future was in my hands
However I never knew of the effort required to grasp it
The younger me wouldn't understand i'm speaking of right now
Life, in his head, seemed easy
A child who unknowingly masked reality from his eyes
A shield that slowly crumbled away
And when that shield did
So did his happiness
Coming face to face with reality can make or break a man
Those who fall victim to their own self loathe remained unchanged
They become adjusted to their lifestyle
The become hopeless for the future and many
Become content
I was exceptionally comfortable
Full of self loath
hopeless
I am not satisfied
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