Thinking of questions in my head,
I once met a young boy
Sitting on a bench in a field
Crystallized with glistening water
I took a seat beside him and he told me a great lesson
Do not rely on this bench to give you rest
Or your coat to feed you warmth
For your knight will never come
For you are oneselfs hero
Your identity is your is your armor
Mystified for the lesson
I look at the boy, but he already dissolved
Into the entity of the water
Ready to be a hero
Take action, and don't wait for others, be your own hero
-Abhay
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