Myself. And some

Some dreams are scattered across incomplete skies

Some feelings that mattered hinge on partial lies

The world around me is daunting and demanding

Some confidences are battered even when the spirit tries

 

Seasons change color and moods tag along for fun

Society alters silhouettes once their work is done

The world around me expects exactitude and passion

Sentiments carry the weight of hope under the sun

 

Some expectations are building up on rocky foundations

Some passions are attached to them for restorations

The world around me extracts promises and pledges

Some folks are judging me for my lack of perfections

 

Fragments of memory are strewn in the room

Petrichor whiffing past takes with it the gloom

The world around me affects outlooks and dialogue

Pain hovers on the edge of recall like a rogue

 

Some optimism is required to go past the sting

Some prayer to give add on power to each wing

The world around me is elusive and illusory

Some real time dreams some faraway realities need jugglery

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