Chased whatever
Seemed to shine.
I took a refuge
In whatever that
Would glow.
A child of desires.
Student of reveries.
A protege of
Whatever hits the
Roof of my mind.
I was born three
Nights ago.
Two rains and
Half a poem old.
I'm learning to
Survive a game,
That's rigged in
Favour of adults,
Who have forgotten
To laugh.
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