Blemished

I fear For the world is round And I, Merely a speck on this earth In this I sink, Darkened in the crowd Reaching for the sky Dreaming of a rebirth Instead I repetitively die. If only I could be As wise as the wisest person And as foolish as the fool Who blinds the world without reason Then growth would be my destiny. I pray and worry Then worry and pray Of all the traits I do not bare And all those shades that do yet stay To the dying of my days.