The tellers dreams

I REMEMBER IT LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY, MOST OF US WERE HAPPY OF WHAT WE HAVE ACHIEVED FROM THE PAST YEAR BUT SOME SEEMED NOT SO SETISFIED WITH WHAT THEY GOT , STRESSING WONT CHANGE A THING NOW. IF ONLY THEY HAVE BETTER PREPARED THEMSELVES THAT LAST YEAR THEY COULD HAVE BEEN HAPPY NOW.

IT WASN’T GOING TO BE EASY. YOU ARE YOUR MAN NOW THAT’S WHAT WE WERE TOLD, “NO ONE IS GOING TO CHASE AFTER YOU WHEN YOU DON’T SUBMIT YOUR WORK NOW” ACT YOUR AGE THEY SAID BUT WHO’S TO SAY HOW A PARTICULIAR AGE GROUP HAS TO ACT LIKE I MEAN FROM MY PESPECTIVE ONLY THE BODY GROWS THEN THE MIND REMAINS THE SAME BUT TRIES TO DEFEND ITSELF BY SETTING BOUNDARIES AND WALLS AND WE CALL IT MATURITY.

IT WAS ME AGAISNT THE WORLD THE FIRST FEW DAYS FELT LIKE HEAVEN ON EARTH NO MORE WAKING UP EARLY IN THE MORNING TO GO TO SCHOOL AND FACE CHALLENGES THAT EVERY TEEN FACES, THE SCHOOL GROUNDS ARE A WAR ZONE, CLIQUES ITS EITHER YOU WERE A PART OF SOME FANCY SMANCY OR YOU WERE THE ODD ONE OUT BUT THERE WAS NO MORE OF THAT NOW MY THOUGHTS WERE AS SETTLED AND CALM AS A SUMMERS DAY.

I WAS ATTENDING SCHOOL AT U J “UNIVERSITY OF JOINT” AS THEY CALLED IT WAS GREAT UNTIL A FEW WEEKS PASSED, THAT’S WHEN I STARTED TO REALISE SCHOOL GAVE ME A PURPOSE NOW I ONLY LIVE TO DO THE SAME ROUTINE OVER AND OVER AGAIN ThINGS WERE STARTING TO GET NULLY AT HOME I HAD TO GET A JOB OR LOOK FOR A DECENT COLLEGE TO STUDY AT, DEPRESSION AND DESPERATION WAS SLOWLY SUCKING ME INTO RASH DICISION.

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Temptations accompanied by dreams and lux haunted by the past , present and future like tell us about yourself in vice versa I was lost in a state of selfishness but for I endured for so long, pain that ought never gone, walls of defence that are formed to shield us from pain that was caused by the same person who called me weird

For I'm a victim of all the circumstances that were , was and has been
Concrete jungles formed in our minds tangled vines that they call loose screws
there is a thin line between sanity and saranity only if you could let me spread my wings and take of
On my own pace

For space and time is interwoven together to bring destiny and dicisions at one destination
If only I was sane enough to even write something I understood but thought u relate this is not a poem but cry for help from a tortured soul trying to rise from the ashes
We live in a complicated world or am I the complication that is to be undone the error or era that promises great things ahead