Good days waiting for us on the other side
Let’s brace for the chariot’s waiting to be alive
All the poems I wrote, all the stories I told
Are just not enough for me to be a soul so old
What could’ve been, should’ve been
‘Cause it would’ve been a pretty different thing
The thing about me is that I am so free
Free from the uproars, free from the inebriated decree
Sometimes I feel like I’m never trying to flee
Let’s try to get ready with me
Running up that hill to make a deal with God
Let’s wait for the devil’s blocking our way to top
All the Glory I had, all the mettle I stacked
Are just not enough for me to not be attacked
What could’ve been, should’ve been
‘Cause it would’ve been a pretty different thing
The thing about me is that I am so free
Free from the masters, free from the dilapidated glee
Sometimes I feel like I’m never trying to be me
Let’s try to get ready with me
Watered down are all my dreams I had once
Let’s pace up for the world’s ready to convulse
All the lies I laced, all the betrayals I faced
Are just not enough for me to not be unfazed
What could’ve been, should’ve been
‘Cause it would’ve been a pretty different thing
The thing about me is that I am so free
Free from the shackles, free from the hurt’s best degree
Sometimes I feel like I’m never trying to be funny
Let’s try to get ready with me
Melancholic days dooming for us on this side
Let’s crave for the stairs’ looming to be a prize
All the faces I loved, all the people I hugged
Are just not enough for me to not be misjudged
What could’ve been, should’ve been
‘Cause it would’ve been a pretty different thing
The thing about me is that I am so free
Free from the relations, free from the useless me
Sometimes I feel like I’m never trying to be deep
Let’s try to get ready with me
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Get ready with me
Please, get ready with me
Get ready with me to believe
All this about me’s just to deceive
You’d love to see me through my reflection
But I hope you don’t get scared of my silly deception
All of me’s a thought you perceive
Get ready with me to believe
Please, get ready with me
Get ready with me
Acceptance is the hardest lesson—and tbh, this poem is trying me to teach the same.
Yet another beautiful poem from you! ✨