They spoke of a leader's rise, they did,
But here I sit, just a tired kid.

My hair's a mess, eyes heavy, true,
From dreams I chase, but never pursue.

Nights without sleep, yet nothing gained,
Efforts in vain, hopes restrained.
Life's cruel twists, its endless bout,
Leaving me lost, with lingering doubt.
© Reimante
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