What Will Be, Will Be
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Poetry
Do you feel confined, please sympathise my pain.
The lack of understanding, I find it very vain.
Just imagine freedom, independence stripped from you,
How would you feel and what would you do,
I’m broken, I feel lost. I wanna be set free,
Why has this path decided to choose me,
Who am I to judge, I suppose no one’s perfect,
I’m the worst of ’em all but promise
I’m still worth it.
I’m real enough to own it, no reason to talk shit,
Elaborating, over-explaining will only get you hit.
The truth comes out in the end like the tyre stuck in the ditch.
Do you feel confined, please sympathise my pain.
The lack of understanding, I find it very vain.
Just imagine freedom, independence stripped from you,
How would you feel and what would you do,
I’m broken, I feel lost. I wanna be set free,
Why has this path decided to choose me,
Who am I to judge, I suppose no one’s perfect,
I’m the worst of ’em all but promise
I’m still worth it.
I’m real enough to own it, no reason to talk shit,
Elaborating, over-explaining will only get you hit.
The truth comes out in the end like the tyre stuck in the ditch.
Date Published
July 27, 2026
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