For trouts to rise, for tyrants to call their bluff,

I live a thousand deaths just to breathe, to suffice to be enough.

An epiphany that rose, that blinked with the blink of the eye,

I owe an apology to myself for abandoning her for a self-fulfilling lie.

Ensnared and enamoured by half-baked truths, I dived into a self-deciphered prophecy,

One who danced in the glamour of extravagance and drank from intoxicating glee.

Off the innocence that breathes in the milked forgery, I accepted the bareness of the amorous glance,

Alas, the plot of their atrocious vices took flight, and truth lost its stance.

I beg for her forgiveness when I entrusted the ones who treated me with animosity,

Enthroning them with love, when all they did was render me off my serenity.

Pleading for mercy, I cracked the pledges and bemoaned the heavenly hue,

I looked at her with tears in my eyes, for I gave her harshness when she deserved softness, true.

Encrafted for roughness, enclothed with the sterility of hustle,

The vision of the hustling clout of humanity encroached in its sight,

Only to be lost in an illusion, forgetting the radiance of my light

I owe her an apology- the 13-year-old me,

who only dreams of having the things I have now, that once were a far-fetched reality.

Let the race run, let the clocks pivot and let the crows leap,

I chose to run on my timeline, to align myself with the beauty of what my journey in its time reaps.

With no desire to evidence my merit, I let my soul in its wanderlust roam,

For now, I dance to the beat of my rhythm, and finally, I come back home.

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