_𝔽𝕌𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕊𝕊 𝔸𝔽𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕄𝔸𝕋ℍ_

There's no failure with no other option,
Standing like conifer tree while the crowd ablute me like erosion.
But I keep moving in form of disguise in serenity.

They judge my book by its cover,
Then I make them feel clever but not over.
I keep failing while I keep moving.
But my worst outcome getting reverberating.

THE TRUE POWER OF FAİLURE

I have a Strong weak bicep but I lift with consistent,
Then my outcome aim to create astonishment.
Don't you quit, my success want the best of me,
Thier opinion cannot define and decide for me.

Minority get convinced, majority keep doubting,
My greatest comeback will weak their outing.
Enough, my blue apron heart,
Don't be such a blind dove when it's white on the feathers.
Ain't no going back being a loser anymore, until i made thier mouth touch a catcus needles.
Wait until the little jellyfish guzzle a shiver of shark.
I will never give up, until my success wake up.....



© Dove¶