Tired

Just when you will want to step outside in the world,

it will tire you, petrify you, bruise you.

Just then you will be able to beface reality, 

Your fancy pyramids,

will be demolished, effaced and ashed.

You will miss that last morsel of your childhood's food but oh dear, time does not rest and cruelty is its test.

be sure to fall but remember to perish in spirits.

Flesh might get torn but soul should be sound 

just in that condition , do not play coward and smile through your misery to end the mist.

This poem is about: 
Me

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