Me Vs the World
The world looks at me pissed.
I stand in the middle, accused
For not having a dream structured,
A dream for which I am still in a quest
They say think fast to make up for all the time I missed.
For me, life started in a race
But somehow ended in a maze
Clouded by the misty haze.
A race I would rather not participate
Cause I want neither the prize nor the praise.
But a 10-minute hassle-free traipse
I don't want to finish first but to be the best
A 10-minute walk in my own pace
To enjoy the scenic view of the place,
Not to chase, but to embrace
Anything and everything on my way with utmost grace
The thing until now I failed to recognize.
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