Tuesday 19 August 2014

The cutting edge

To give my best on my way
I abandon every flattering caress
Because as they say at the end of the day
Nothing succeeds like success.

I find myself in this nostalgic phase
Ironically, all the obstacles I jarred
Mock me back for no companion's trace
I had lost them while being on my guard.

However, I don't mind the solitude
My ambition did the best for me
I rather owe it gratitude
It filtered out fake intimacy.

The phenomenon of achieving re-occurs
Externally, I grow, internally, I wedge
After all,its all right to abrade the soft corners
To configure a cutting edge.  

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