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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