@saeedsss123
they tell me, “reach,” but i recline,
the stars can shine without being mine.
i sip on calm, while plans decay,
their golden ladders rot away.
i dance with dreams i never chase,
let time forget my starting place.
not every spark must feed a flame
some fires rest without the blame.
my worth is not in what i do,
but in the moments i undo.
potential hums, but i decline
i’ve made the waste of it divine.
i write for those who live
beyond the finish line.