This race of hundred,
has always been taught,
to reach that hundred,
how much have we fought,
this system has divided,
us into best average or worst,
in every field ever created,
many wars were won but many lost,
and we battle till the end,
it makes us do things even if we cannot,
as if tryin to reach the top holding a lose thread,
n they say every leap should be your best shot,
everything is forced into this little head,
n then there just occurred a thought,
this bloody race of hundred,
sometimes takes you away too.
The 100 is like some God, only a few attain it, for the rest, the commons, it's ever elusive, almost reverent.
ReplyDeleteInteresting post.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
Fantastic!
ReplyDeletethanks! :D
ReplyDeletesuddenly feel lost...
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