Four Stories

I. Hope whispers each time-
it's worth life,
a misjudgment? and all of the hopeful
lost to it.

II. An amusement park we will be.

III. Dont be so much that a cup can't hold you,
while it sips away your taste.
I decide to be frivolous,
but even if I was nothing but a uniform, a remarkable dress,
I'd have been more grounded
than I am in knowing.

IV. Chapters lost with no trace,
on the metro with a girl,
I wondered how easy it is to impress.
Not one of us knows truth from lie
the more lost- the less lost:

Why does one even strive-
to be lost in stride?

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Live for no one, but yourself.
Live never for one, but all.