Defeats aren't always visible
They travel through blood and heart...
A wish of indifference
The need of light and calm...
The chained wings of possibilities
holding back from the start...
How do we let go of things
that aren't ours?
Held onto them for so long
leaving would leave a scar...
The burden that heart bears
unshared, rising above par...
Broken window isn't a way out
when doors can be found...
It's a thirst for ambition
amidst fears and scowls...
These fingers will turn iron into gold
the winners needn't be loud!
