The Ignoramus

He is just so believing.


Time came where the world tumbled
So ferociously it crumbled
Rise the fool who thought he could salvage
But it turned into a burden for his baggage.

Soon he discovered the core
A fool he is, he didn't know
To deal with it or who to call for
Thus he choose to go with the flow.

The journey ahead ain't so promising
As he found himself further failing
He hated himself now he is falling
To a dark corner of the world where's no one waiting.



But still, his tiny foolish heart keeps on praying.

Falling

People stumble and fall
When they fall,
they fall hard.
They bleed
They feel the pain
Their wound hurts
But soon it dries up.
Building a hard layer of defence around it.

Am I not 'people' ?
Am I better ?
Or am I worse ?

I stumble though I don't fall
But still I bleed
And still I feel the pain
Different, probably
Different, indeed.
The wounds never dry up
No layer of defence protecting me
Just a bigger wound
every stumbling.

But never falling.



Because sometimes it feels better to fall.
Another late night inspiration :)

Thank you for reading!