A dedication to Punie akka:
” They tell me I expect too much,
That if I let my hopes soar too high,
they might die from lack of oxygen.
They tell me my dreams need to be malleable,
To fit the realities of the ground.
Doubt and anxiety which I’ve kept hidden
in the corridors of my mind,
Come out to play,
Trying to find reasons to justify their presence there.
Bit by bit I succumb to the pressure,
Here we witness the transfiguration,
of what could have been beautiful,
To what society deems fits the measure. “ – thivs