Poem: Get Ready With Me

A poem I wrote even before I picked up the pen.

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

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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

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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

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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

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