Lacking… Random poem

Why there is lacking, the word called – the inner peace;

Why there’s not present, the people called – the true ones;

Why we aren’t getting, the feel called – the trusted self;

You might have your own reasons, i have mine’s , which are – there are not real the edge of yolo, skipping own values without fomo, fear, uncertainty and doubt, won’t let you find out, the ‘Questions ‘…. which are unanswered with a why?….. “Uncensored “.

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