The two extremes
I ravel my mind into
The first one with a fogged picture
Set into the mind
A pseudo hole filled with the so called
Confidence
The appreciating world
Strengthening the demeanor
Making him move around
Capturing his mind in their own
A parasite he becomes
A selfless life he lives
Like a kite he flies so high
And then there comes another thudder
The mirror cracks
The broken pieces disappear
But the rest left appears like another hole
Filled of blood.
The second one,they say
So humble,so meek
So selfless,so true
He lives for the world
Such complascency he lives with
Such charity he does
Such guilt he parts off
And so is loved by all
But him
God,so call him