10 views
Cognizance of consciousness
So, I'll tell you a kind of poetry,
Hear me out,
I was thinking about the correct way to survive and to thrive in this world,
I work harder, impression on everyone out there, and hope that somebody who is not familiar with me still has a good impression of me by getting to know me from others.
One day I was tired of portraying the one, who's not the; real me,
Thinking and thinking I realized they were the people,
that,
even if I gave them a bath in gold,
They will still say that the color is a little dull,
So I stopped thinking about what others think.
© blue moon
Hear me out,
I was thinking about the correct way to survive and to thrive in this world,
I work harder, impression on everyone out there, and hope that somebody who is not familiar with me still has a good impression of me by getting to know me from others.
One day I was tired of portraying the one, who's not the; real me,
Thinking and thinking I realized they were the people,
that,
even if I gave them a bath in gold,
They will still say that the color is a little dull,
So I stopped thinking about what others think.
© blue moon
Related Stories
