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I’m staring at this blank page,

Trying so hard not to tear up,

Break into a thousand pieces.

What does the dark side want,

With a son of light?

That’s what I was supposed to ask,

If it wasn’t all a farce.

Everything I believed in,

Let me down.

I’m tired of pretending,

There’s no happy ending.

Just fairytales and daydreams,

Wishes and hopes.

But when reality hits,

Everything comes undone,

Everything carefully crafted.

What if the hope of the future,

Is a broken generation?

I wish I could write in rhymes,

And many colorful ways.

But reality is often disappointing,

The broken getting even more broken.

Now I’m standing on the crossroads,

Two paths leading to nowhere.

Life indeed is no movie,

There’s no rewind button,

No pause to stop and think.

This is reality,

This is life.

All I crave is peace,

Peace and happiness,

But like I’ve learned,

Life is no movie and sometimes,

The protagonists really die.

This is life,

My reality.

©Victor Mairo