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

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