I wrote a poem;
i was sitting at a place where you could only see the lights of hope and not sacrifice
it’s not easy to name
the place was not easy to remain
i could only be there when i try to escape this present state
people call me crazy
and strange
still i feel that ,that place really thinks i’m great
would you love to see that place where i stay?
come i’ll show you
read my eyes
and that day
you’ll see the alluring me