The world’s chamber is a freighting place, challenging, inconsiderate, and with only one view of perfect:
A mask. An image.
A cover. A book.
An essay. A title.
A song. A hook.
That girls come and go, and love is a word I lack.
Considered a jock, an ignorant fellow that does not care and enjoys to mock.
Annoying? Dumb? Words that are here, leave, and then come.
Dirt on a blank page that resembles a country
And a life with no hope in the end
Another person in the street
Another face in the crowd
Another person that,
Just happen to be,
Around.