Word & Tune

As Perfect as my life seems, a lot lies in the deep end. 

Life is as cruel as a mother.

Counting down the days of my escape to what I assume is better until life pulls out all of my delusions to unravel what reality seems to be. Hopes and dreams scattered across the room with a filthy shock that carries one dream next to the other. Life is a school, they say, but they never utter the methods it crushed the silhouette of what they used to be.

I, foolishly so, assumed If i worked hard enough, if my sweat and tears sculptured the beginning of it, i would be at the top with nothing to worry about, with a gentle touch of reality as a conciliation for my hard work, surprised with a smack to the face, I’m stunned with truth of it all. I am not special, i, as hard as saying it is, don’t deserve more than anyone else because life does not ground you what you deserve, just like a mother, it gives you more lessons to teach yourself and outstand the test of time.