Just, me.
As a child, told to chase my dreams.
But what now, in the real world?
Where poverty and corruption is reality,
Where dreams are illusions,
Hopes, merely false manifestations,
Never to be reborn.

Here I am now,
In the city, in pursuit.
Of happiness, of satisfaction.
The only question being
Whether fullfillness,
Is to be
Fulfilled.

What am I to do?
Without guidance, without help.
I was left, alone, in this vast, cruel world.
I was left, myself.
Loneliness, just a descent.
Into nothingness.
Left to be my own guide,
My own savior.
My own light.

But from within the nothingness.
Light,
Was found.
Unexpectedly,
Unimpetously,
The impossible,
All of a sudden,
Became,
Possible

In the darkest of night,
From within the dun,
Hope,
Became true.
Dreams, became reality.
Was the world, actually, good?

Maybe, just maybe,
It was just me.
I, was wrong.
I was wrong,
About the world.
Maybe there was hope.
Maybe it was good.
Maybe it was just.
Maybe, just maybe,
It, was just,
Me.