Hostages to Fortune
I see waves
going higher and higher
in the shape of horns.
Why don't we call horns thorns?
These horns are extending
in my head.
Ha ha ha, imagination.
And even there,
I couldn't think of a crown.
People are trying
to get to the tip of my horns:
ambitious,
dedicated,
hardworking.
But why are they even trying?
And even if they reach the tip,
wouldn't it still be my horns?
Or will it be theirs?
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