Seasons pass, an early grave

Waits for me ashore.

People tell me to behave...

How can they be so sure?

I define my role divine

To meddle with the fools.

Days go by with beer & wine,

I drown in hazy pools.

Focus lost, but hope’s not lost

As I grind more; I feel

My heart of stones starts to defrost,

New changes become real.

Embracing pathway to abyss

With shining self-belief;

It lights the road of miss & bliss

As I become a myth.

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