FOR...
For, it was clear,
as I saw it move away from me,
that all those naysayers held it by the neck,
and pushed it away.
For, I saw,
Paths being changed, priorities being changed,
Crazy shirts being replaced with suits and ties,
and my crayons with staplers.
For, it felt,
like winter after spring.
For it was cold,
as dreams were replaced by darkness.
For, I was lied to,
that paved roads will take me to Utopia.
For, I found out that it was,
but a mirage.
For,
it was time to go back;
“Take my blood, sweat & tears,
ye fallen angel of creativity!".
Sincerely,
The lost me.
M.BHARADWAJ
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