Simplicity sans rhyme
Forever in the pursuit of perfection, A blind eye to the present tense State of frustration when things go haywire Control lost and visions blurred... Energy coiled, compressed and ready to spring Ideas vivid and plans aplenty Waiting in store for a scary monotony Towards the end of days of being carefree... Podium finishes mar the competition A race to win for everyone Routine of earning a wage awaits Approaching it with being tensely aware... Dreams no longer of knights and dragons Adulthood no longer just a number crossed Seriousness seeping through the crags Nooks dusty and farewells rehearsed... To a life of abandon reaching its end Done with thoughts of morose mockery Why do we mould ourselves to fit in Being just another brick in the wall... Growing up with a shoulder readied To carry a responsibility we never asked for Fitting into a construct defined by invisible hands Approvals and denials stacked in abundance... Individuals with flaws sta