Saw you standing apart
In the clichéd crowd,
Marveled at the panache
With which you solved common problems.
Yet, now your energy reserve
Seems to deplete day by day.
Your style, your swagger,
Dampen as the clock ticks away.
Tall and bright that you were,
Now, you just remain morbid and silent:
Lost in a world
You want to call your own,
Refusing to realize
That it is not there where your heart lies.
Detaching yourself
From the promise of a great future,
Entering an unknown abyss.
Come back!
For your talent is too precious
To be drowned in wine.
Watch out!
For the road you are on
Only ends in a deadly cliff.
There is more to life
Than carving a path
That seems original only to you.
There is more to living
Than forming your own herd.
Don't give away
Innocence
At the cost of unwanted experience.
There is more to life,
There is more to you.
You are the promise
Made by the Heavens above
To the growth of mankind.
Don't sell away your genius
For a few pathetic moments
Of dazed bliss.
Apply your lessons, child!
Getting swept away
By the tide of wants
Is what everyone does.
Carve your original path, thus, kid,
Wade through the turbulence
Greed so infamously creates.
Here is where you prove your mettle,
Here is how you display your true potential.
Don't give up, yet,
There is more to life…
There is more to you.
-Me
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To,
Pinnacles of originality,
You are a one of the very few people I look up to and am proud to know. Please don't change who you are for temporary happiness.
Cheers :)
From,
A caring martian.
