I'm looking for your diamond eyes
Among the crowd of faceless judges.
Tell me the words I need right now
Don't just turn them into sludge.
I'm looking for your brilliant smile
Among the callous and soulless hearts.
I don't know why you want to cry
When we're wearing the same t-shirts.
I used to believe in a magic fate
And was a fan of your cunning arts,
But you accidentally flew up into the clouds
Like you were playing fucking darts.
Since then, I've been living like a superstar,
My poems are now at the top of the charts.
I pray for you and thank God,
My interview is in "The New York Times".
August 14, 2021
My destiny
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