I can
see you push away the problem,
I can see through your plan.
Pressing on the distrust of your wingspan,
you never learned how to fly,
I can.
Praising yourself, not vexed with your lifespan,
watch out,
I can see through your plan.
Now I've been told that you ran.
You can't see your eyes fade to grey.
I can.
Off to hideout as a straw man,
surely time will forgive,
I can see through your plan.
And when you return to my land
you'll behave as a warrior, but
I can,
I can see through your plan.
©anastriana
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