As I grew older, my mind became bolder
With every touch of passion, I become clutched
I began to write when I began to reason reality, a creative formation status of my full mentality
I found poetry as an escape, just like trying to desperately run away from a wild ape
Where one can liberally express to their full distress
An open door to run happily for
A limited relief to the heart’s bloody reef
Where nobody could judge you when your life is colored in full blue
You pray that someday somebody will hear you, but it’s society who you wish to sue
It’s your own world you create; therefore you can freely create its fate