Insanely fought, observed like a fool, imitated as a toy, monkey faced, streamlined and led the way I die. Lived with a mountain of sensitivity on our back, lived with our innocent eyes torn open to the world.
Smiled, cried, tried__ but who could win the world? No king, no lion, no pride, no poet. Time stayed as the most spoiled and cliché grudge of destiny. Moment are in our eyes and our beats are beaten by each other for nothing.
You win, I win, they win, we lose, we return. Stamped as the great ones, playing hard to be genius. Magnificent in our hope and being great__ call the judgement. |
Submission Name: Magnificent Hope
