role reversal I
a poem
the world has broken down its walls
after you left us all
some individuals decided to change and never told me about it
they insisted on their immutability
however, the circumstances were against them
because my capability spotting fakes is huge
give me all the identical ones and I differentiate them
the lying ones and the true ones
there is no philosophy in it
as others take us for fools
they only pretend to lure
us to their lair
to strike with even more deceit
for whatever reasons everything was done
money, power, lack of guts
to admit that I mattered
in this strange puppet theatre;
now that we’ve all said and done
tell me everyone, where is the ball?
you supposed to keep a sharp eye on it
but you let it roll recklessly
and now it’s my turn to play with it
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for dad
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I joined Vocal two years ago, a prick of enthusiasm beseeching me to throw caution to the wind, pay the readies and have a stab at a long stagnated pleasure. It worked remarkably well. I dipped in my toe, finding the water a little cooler than I had hoped, but as I stood there up to my ankles, I realised it was rather invigorating, and by the time I was up to my knees, it was pleasingly tepid. I dove in and swam out to where others were tossing balls about and wrestling over lilos and proceeded to have a whale of a time splashing about, sometimes missing my footing or getting water in my eye, but sometimes turning elegant somersaults and graceful dives.
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