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Against the Flow

Prose poem

By Fly AlonePublished about a month ago 1 min read
Against the Flow
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Time waited and went,
I couldn't rise,
For I cherished my dreams
And wished to fill my life with them.

The world moves on,
But I preferred to stay behind,
Seeing everything from a distance—
Is a unique experience, so amazing.

I don't toil to build my dream life;
It demands too much ruin,
And I am against destruction.

I don't work or mingle with people;
I celebrate solitude
In all its purity.

Regret means nothing to me,
For it stems from actions,
And I do nothing.

I take no advice from anyone;
For it would fill my emptiness—
I want to live blank.

All are better than me—I accept this
And find peace within.

I'll mind my own business
When I have one,
So mind your own business.

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Fly Alone

Hello! I am a poet and writer. I write whatever comes in my mind.

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