The Fiction of Life
I am on a one way road
To destiny
Who am I?
To you it is simple
I am youth
I am now
A poet trying
To write the words in my heart
But what is that?
Is life so simple?
Should rhyming
Be all I do?
Are words stronger
When they end together?
Are they better
If we go letter by letter?
I have a past
Which is hidden
Though I lived it
So they say
Are there writers of lives
Who need not fiction
Only lab rats
Scuttling this earth?
With us they play their games
Twisting our lives
Into masochistic schemes
Pleasured by our cries.
To destiny
Who am I?
To you it is simple
I am youth
I am now
A poet trying
To write the words in my heart
But what is that?
Is life so simple?
Should rhyming
Be all I do?
Are words stronger
When they end together?
Are they better
If we go letter by letter?
I have a past
Which is hidden
Though I lived it
So they say
Are there writers of lives
Who need not fiction
Only lab rats
Scuttling this earth?
With us they play their games
Twisting our lives
Into masochistic schemes
Pleasured by our cries.
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