Once upon a time
I dreamt of a thing called, peace
That it is what's in me, a warmth beneath my soul
But while reaching those thing, heplessly, I crawl
One thing, I would be high
Next thing, I fall back hurting
In this scenery called fantasy
Every thing around me burns in ecstasy
There's a lot of things that I was supposed to do
As a child, as a parent, as a sibling, just like you
To myself, I forgot
What was I reaching the first time opportunity shot
Those dreaming that I have, darling, it's time to wake up
Peace is never peace if it's superficial
Just like how you can't ask a genie for love
Because reality is never just an invention you can suddenly have
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
