I just wrote this poem in like 6 mins and I just want to share it.
I just think a lot of people can relate to this.
Running down the forest path,
Didn’t care what awaited tomorrow.
For that I know it will be happy,
Had no time for that sorrow.
Where did those times go?
When I didn’t care how I looked,
How bad the lighting would make me look.
When after school I would play,
The neighbourhood kids shaped a part of me,
Who I am today.
For when growing up didn’t seem much,
There was a lot of time left,
‘It moves so slow doesn’t it?’
Not like now when its coming at you like an express,
Not ready to slow,
And would take you down if it has to.
Time Flies doesn't it?
Some memories buried inside.
Lost to history unphotographed.
Unless you dig deep inside your soul,
Ready to see what awaits you,
Ready to see who you were before you,
hid those raw parts inside of you.
Time flies doesn't it?
Impressive build! The fact that you're rocking this kind of setup in Karachi is inspiring—it’s not always easy getting high-end components here. Do you game competitively or just for fun? Either way, this rig looks tournament-ready.
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I love this. The rhyming and the meaning are awesome.
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