Poem: This world is our playground

Wood creaks in the wind,

the cold sweeping

through the walls

blazing sunrays

painting the evening skies.

All the places your mind

wanders to in dreams,

staying with you like a reality

you once lived through.

All the scenarios you feed your mind;

unknowingly you change

the colours of your everyday emotions.

How much does the shadow weight?

Does it drag you down on the floor –

or does it lift you up?

What kind of messages did you store

when you were young?

What went through your head -

as you were searching

for that person you should be

as if the community knew,

as if it was written

somewhere for you to follow.

When all along, it has only been written in you.

Then you come to realize the freedom,

which at some point,

might have suffocated your mind.

You can't outrun

what happened; it follows you.

Which path you choose

is only up to you to decide.

There are two worlds -

we chase each other through.

One in which we act as mirrors

and walk towards whatever satisfies us.

Second, where we get lost

in reflections of the first one

in our minds.

And whatever we do, we die twice.

This world is our playground,

leave something meaningful,

make a change,

                before you exit.

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