The distant waves beyond the crowded shore
It welcomed me with warm arms and a broad smile
How sweet is the hospitality? I fell in seconds.
I ran to the waves of fate that had deadly weapons
Wave after wave came to overwhelm me
My gut instincts said something was wrong.
I convinced myself ‘I have wings; I can fly.’
People at the shore screamed louder.
Come back, oh dear, you still have time.
My pride and confidence pushed me to venture
I kept walking into the vast waters of the universe.
Suddenly someone pulled my legs .
I lost my balance, and before I could recover
Another one dug a pit under my legs.
I could not flap my wings or fly.
But succumbing to fake hospitality
I met a setback in the game of survival.
But there is still hope for I know swimming.
I met a setback in the game of survival.
But there is still hope for I know swimming.
Good one
Thanks anna 🙂