11pm at the Lake

As I travel a dark road, I stop for a sec to look upwards and reflect thoughts, as the journey continues.



No, not rehabilitation as in I'm in a mental asylum. As the chances to compete are looking slim, I notice the sailing trip for the boat of progress is put on hold. With a massive internal wound plaguing the movement of my hamstring, I look at the sky, and seek solutions to explore how to increase my abilities while inactive, in vengeance of misfortune.

The one in front of many

Please, listen to what I have to say. This is poem about evolution and denial of labels and a self-fulfilling prophecy. This is a battle against a formidable foe called corruption.

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