Time - Charisma

My legs hurt me,

I always get another hand after I fall.

The fight I swore for I’ll, till…

I put my big toe to the test twice, before…

And sure it all makes no sense

'Vanity of vanities says the teacher,

All is vain'

To test the pain

The bitter-sweet taste of my tears

Yields the remains of last night

The beauty of my mistakes though,

You never see them unless you’re one of them.

All the unfinished syllabi

Is unexplained, untitled, blunt

That’s just like anyone else in my vast array.

If your part is over, that’s it

I’ll carry myself the last chapter and on.

CN 28/09/16