BY KUHOO DIYAWADA
Everything seems just so well
Beautiful trees and winds in my hair,
But then, materiality hits you to the head
Beauty in the world suddenly disappears.
All I wanted was to live
But here earning a living costs disgrace.
No, it doesn't matter who you are
They'll only praise if you fit in their bars.
Today I stumbled and escaped the bars
So, am I of no worth now?
Yet I build a connection way too high
With myself and the beauty of life.
Albeit they are laughing 'cause I failed
I smiled for I feel I raised.