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Gun Metal
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By: TheMurtaza
(School of Mechanical, Aerospace and Civil Eng.)
Competition Year: 2017 Votes (2) | Comments (0) |
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To soar through the air, from young man to adult
Sleepless nights, my mind covered in grey
Twisting and turning trying to keep the abyss at bay
The journey, not the result
Scared to converse, scared to consult
Each mistake a brand on my mind
Ink covering my eyes leaving me blind
The journey, not the result
At the end will I exult?
Will the burning in my mind subside?
Will I finally wake up feeling alive?
The Journey, not the result
Expectations which I only ever insult
The abyss creeps every night
Perhaps the journey will be remembered as the blight.
