You look like a glitch in the Matrix, a 404 page,
Talking 'bout your legacy? Man, turn the damn page.
You’re a half-baked thought on a crumpled-up paper,
A trial-run human, a discount-bin caper.
They look for your climax, but the credits just roll,
You’re a progress bar stuck right at ninety percent whole.
Yeah, "No Completion"—that’s stamped on your ID,
You couldn’t finish a sandwich, let alone fight me!
You’re an unfinished sentence, a broken-off hook,
The guy who leaves half of his words in the book.
Your whole life’s a demo, you never dropped the LP,
I’m spitting full albums, you’re stuck on track three
About the Creator
Forest Green
Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.
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