your name is failure
I see beauty in your eyes, shaped round by opportunity
Crystallized capsules giving way to oblivion
Hope remains for those lost on their way.
Am I lost or am I found?
I am lost somewhere between success and failure,
Some where between a diploma and a doctorate.
With out the right accreditation’s
I stand among many.
The voices rise from the shore of society
Where the sea meets the sand
Water wash over me.
