Fuck the world, they will say, what they have to say,
cause your brain doesnt function in a principle way,
Who cares if you forget, if you are mad, or if you are incapable,
cause maybe not everyone is gifted one, not everybody chosen one,
but hell ya, everybody can fight/chase the chosen dream,
who knows if it is achieved or not, but hell ya, you can fight,
cause it is the fighter spirit that makes you live,
loser's don't live, they die internally,
loss is not about not being able to achieve,
but it is about not being able to do whatever was in your hands,
Let them mock you, let them make fun of you,
let them think you are incapable,
but you have to ignore this shit,
and keep working,
don't keep reasoning again and again,
what you have chosen,
cause even if it is filthy like hell,
if you are persistent, flowers are bound to blossom,
there is saneness in being a somewhat mad,
and there is serious insanity in being totally fitting,
it stinks to have perfect order,
cause without chaos, life disappears
you may fit in society or you may be a misfit,
you may be capable or incapable,
someone trusts you or no one trusts you,
but you should trust yourself,
you should not loose the hope,
persistence pays
cause life is not in achievements,
but in giving yourself persistently to something.
if you have taken up,
you have to take it somewhere . . .
thats it, thats all, end of the poem
