My childhood! A memory
Ever confuse child, wondering why we always run.
Ever tearful eyes, wondering why the incessant pain
Overzealous kid, wondering why we daily impress
Curiosity filled, wondering why we chose to live.
Those days in boarding school
The outburst! The pain
The tears, dignity flushed down the drain.
The guilt! Even when I was right.
Injured knees, daily slogan of character.
A robot! A working robot was made.
Now what?
The baton of life is in my palm,
With it's rough edges, the stunning look.
Two faced, that slashes every truth.
A bending slate, that changes state.
Yesterday was a pencil phase, today! It's time to eraze.
I'd love to eraze...nothing, because I'm enjoying every scene.
©Tenaj Art
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