Urban Myth 2019
Being happy with a bag that looks saggy
Finding out that you fill it with hope and water
Trying to bring in a new world experience that will break through
Look at how it ended
Nothing but holes and air filled with lies that make you fly
Myth this mess that seems to be decomposed of loose holes that will end with a tool
Looking to work with wool
But end up a mad mess in his soul that ended his whole facade.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world