When one has drowned in lies, then one is forced to swim.Everything was a construct and never questioned.The mind demanded to be reformatted.
Everything was just sapped from me.Worlds needed to be created, but I was never motivated to give any action.Clouds with chains hover above this one.
I was buried underneath several heaps of iron.Swimming all the way in this metallic lagoon was so exerting.If only I could turn this surface into an array of medals.
The mind was prone to wander. Everything has caused anxiety to anyone. It wasn't constructive panicking all the time.
Mistakes were such misfortunes. If only other's shortcomings could be seen by the one who fell. They might as well have not happened away from their eyes.
Stories aren't being read. Was everything my fault? Or was everyone so selective when it comes to being literate?