Bright sunny mornings to some dusky nights,
Steady kinships to some lovely fights,
Victorious ceremonies to some unending tries,
Painting the fake realities my whiskers cries.
Colours are a fuel, Canvas the journey,
HIS fantasies navigate, as I am the attorney,
Freedom HE confiscates by uplifting my soul,
HIS dreams are achieved as I endure my role.
Commercializing emotions HE states a theory,
Earning the bucks, HE moves to glory,
Withered I lie with my pains unheard,
Waiting for the miracle when I'll be treasured.
HE smiled, lending me freedom, acted wise,
Leaving me into the bushes, waiting for the demise...
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