Not having a good time

Sacred shards of the mirror shattered mind.

Another day exhausted, another night spent awake.

Awake to more, but to lazy to define a goal.

Adventures reserved to a forgotten dream.

Sharp to the wit, slow to the upkeep of mortals lives.

They couldn’t see, even when I stood before them, palm and ash.

They don’t get it, they toil on.

An accident of a son, is he destined to do great?

Maybe, we’ll see how he feels.



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