Everything is like,
A candlelight at noon.
I tried telling Mike
He assumed it wouldn't reach afternoon
Until his life psyche,
Got to tell him soon,
And he didn't like,
When the candle outshone the moon,
Coz it didn't hide.
A morning flower,
Withers at noon,
An evening flower,
Is still a bud at noon
Be patient ,don't hide.
Life's about showing up,
Don't hide, why hide?
It's a labyrinth we need to fess up,
Our own mistakes even pride,
Tho we may mess up,
At least we got to give it a ride.
Don't hide,
Besides,
Your life's wide,
Why hide?
©pile_ron
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