My World Is
My world
My world changed me, now for the perfect grief there need not be,
The world saw my suffering, yet it keep’s moving,
It’s immutability you can never judge,
Yet whilst Iam learning only a creature is made of me,
What do I have to say of the world,
How can you explain in time’s like these my world is not mine, till I dream of me,
For dreams made a man, for my soul and my world I got to make a move, for this world is on the run,
The competition so high well no man give’s a damn, every one on the rum to get more of it’s weight.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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