Topic: An unironic glum arrangement of words
Little by little,
We strive, we try
But dreams, they turn brittle
When the efforts come out dry
Conversations get in a pickle
Situations leave us wry
Incessantly making some trickle
Others— just break down, cry
"I hide behind a mirror of knowledge, I'm never that what you see
It is my wisdom that emanates, and is perceived by you as me"
#penned #not_stolen
It is my wisdom that emanates, and is perceived by you as me"
#penned #not_stolen