I believe, we all have
one unsolved problem in life,
a dark forest where we are always lost.
For a few, that may be a secret
which hides like a grenade in the pocket
For a few that may be a maniac foe
who picked us just for fun
For a few, that may be the mediocrity
which dances on the tunes of our dear ones
For a few that may be the parental toxic Warfield
into which we helplessly personified
For a few, that may be the spring of a lifetime in
which we can bloom, but can't exude fragrance.