Nur'ayn (new reign)
Clueless - Poem by Nur'ayn (new reign)
Nature made me a vehicle without a break,
My motion is thus, a mandatory action.
Like everything that was created, I cannot stay young,
And have no map for my next destination.
Am I stupid or am I just dumb?
That I find it difficult to make a turn;
Too many turns with no knowledge of lies beyond,
And I can't not move to wait and deliberate the more.
Which turn will lead me to a land of freedom?
What do I do when I can't stop my motion to enjoy the freedom?
When eventually I leave, where will my next turn take me?
To success? horror? or my own destruction?
Who had been to hell, let them come and tell me how to not,
I cannot preserve my youth, nor can I refuse to age on;
Growing up is one single thought that makes me shiver in the sun,
As I remain clueless of into what man I'll eventually be transformed.
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