I know...Continued
So dodgy, so cunning, the mind that schemes,
Thinking ahead, laying plots in dreams.
Playing the fool to catch the wise,
While broken souls hurt those who rise.
Words spoken in anger are they fact or disguise?
Are they whispers on paper or echoes of lies?
Or a piece of the plot to shatter my stride,
As I walk to a future you push aside.
Was this the plan, the game from the start,
To watch me stumble, to tear me apart?
As fragile as Samson, she knew his fall
One weak spot, and she had it all.
Yet I'd choose to sit with you in the dark,
Than stand in the light without your spark.
But at what cost, if that shadows me?
If in your darkness, I cease to be free?
For without struggle, there’s no ascent,
And every fall marks progress meant.
So I’ll rise alone, break through each cage,
Fuel my strength, and turn the page
