He never want to be the first
He was maintaining his lane
There was saying to himself
All was to his best
Never mind as there a guessed
The stars was at his ways
Wherever he go he sees them
There for sometimes he got them
Nevertheless it was not a problem
Neither was there any dreams
At some point he was considering the drink
But he never want to stay drunk
As others was beating the drums
Saying from what they didn’t know
The time at his side was projecting
He was good in making waves
Not many times did his guessed failed him.
The position was something he accepted
While they rush in all stuffs
The guy was the coolest in every stuffs
As the writer was looking at the people
Only at his side was there a picture
He matured mindset was just like his ruler
He hold it on his hand
A very long ruler
Asked by teacher instructed by headmaster
He wasn’t one of the jubilant
Neither was he sad
Somehow a neutral guy in the midst
Story’s personally was built about him
A lot of messages was sent to him
That was particularly the way I feel
I said to myself why was he that way
Maybe he was not to be there
But it was his projection
Where he sees all his messages.
I was there and I got in his way
We didn’t argue as i was there
I think he was going to act not like it
But he was fun to be with
I find something fun at his side
He was not after the position
The story’s he got was like a study
He accepted his position
I found out he was even the happiest.
This poem deep dive in a time when I met someone who acted less concerned about something that was given to him, he didn’t shout about it, and he was just himself, other people that was there, and gotten the same thing make a whole lot of noise, yet, it was revealed that he was the happiest, it just that, the happiness was too much and he couldn’t just express it, because he never gotten something previous as that before in his life.
