A child,
An imbecilic child
Who hates society
With all his guts.
He hates society so much,
But writes poetry
To talk himself
Into conformity.
"Will it work?"
He would often
Ask himself,
Hoping for real results.
He may crush his dreams
And bury them six feet under,
But his true passions
Will always survive.
Herein lies the difference
Between dreams and passions,
For the dreams are his means,
And the passions are his desires.
He may conform,
But he will always cry each night,
Wishing to pursue his passions,
Wishing to fight for his individuality.
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Natural Cravings
Poésie[Poetry] A peek inside every region of my mind, just for all of you to know who I am where you may find out that we could have many things in common. Who knows? You know the button to press to find out. Circa 2018
