Night Owl

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Hey mirror mirror on the wall
I see the reflection of an oddball

An itty bitty excess of self indulgence
An onset to his eventual decadence

In a drop of this ocean, he drowns
Choking in a breath he barely owns

From the grim abyss, he aims heights
Forth a long haul of fall and innate fights

Walking through this concrete jungle
I see the soul of his sodom crumble

Dreaming to touch the northern lights
I see an early bird’s wide awake nights

Vasan

Tech Enthusiast | Linguaphile | Idealist | Aspiring Content Strategist | Content Writer at Smartprix.com

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