the spirits whisper of your biggest dreams reminding you of what you once wanted smoother and clearer than any stream but now turned into mere cries, now haunted ever since you turned away from that path the whispers mock and taunt of what once roared mimicry turns everything to wrath thoughts now trap you, enclosed in a tight ward why would you let go of the strong ropes that kept you intact for the grand future now you’re left with sentiments, forced to cope left with wounds that you’re forced to suture you should’ve listened to those mere voices now you’re left with incompetent choices
