The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold,

A place once so magical now hurt to behold.

Humans—the root of all stories untold.

Evolved past the limits, too reckless, too bold,

Yet birthed only rulers with hunger for gold.

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold.

Man once was free, or so it was told,

Then chains were imposed, and the spirit was sold.

Humans—the root of all stories untold.

Con...

I keep on saying I don’t care

That I don’t need a hand to hold

That luck is fickle and fleeting- a lesson retold.

I thought I sought perfection,

But you, like everyone-even imperfect-

Draw me. Your uneven and unpredictable line of movement,

That I know every step

Like a prayer I wish myself Good Luck in vain

Always the afraid never the brave to feel anything

In the end all I impose is hardships t...