the world we live changes
and so does the dynamo kid
going through plethoric phases
until he wanted to quit
courage was something he once held
now it slipped through his hands
I wonder what he could've felt
as his paradise became an empty marshland
he's the flag on top of a mountain
but now blown by the greatest winds
to the mirror he points the blame
losing time, and money, and friends
dynamo when he arrived
lackadaisical he became
dissuades to strive
until he tasted a ruined name
but I think it's okay
I'm still here anyway
and all I do is pray
for him I won't lose my way.
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PoetryThe first Poetry Anthology published originally on my Facebook account, now on Wattpad. This is a confession to who I was, who I became, and who I will be, with whom I have lived, grown up, been ghosted by, been bewitched by, and to whom I want to...
