A Note from Polar
I'm Polar and this is my story of how I grew up from that young naive boy to a old strong man full of emotion. Enjoy!
Glass
For what is pure and what is sand
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The glass is quite elegant
How it carves and how it shatters
How it lives and how it dies
It cuts and burns
Purest of all forms, glass, shows its true story
How something so pure is used
How?
We all ask ourselves
Why?
The question burns among the townsfolk
Who?
The people cannot bear
As those who are pure, live without limits
I did once
And I ended up destroyed in the end
Pure is evil and so is glass
That’s why we live and die
So that the glass within us shatters
And we see our true self
Where?
Where did I go?
I still clean up the pieces even the slivers of glass
And it will never be enough
But I will hope
innocence lost and now true color floods the scene