Lyric Haven

Introduction: What if the future is already breaking? This poem speaks of a world once filled with promise, now crumbling beneath the weight of choices made long after and diary notes seem to warn you about your course of action. I woke to dawn’s soft golden hue, a day like any before, yet something whispered in my mind— a sign I couldn’t ignore. A sudden urge, a fleeting thought, led me to lift my pillow’s weight, beneath it lay a folded note, its words inscribed by fate. The inked confession chilled my skin, a tale of sorrow—written by me? It spoke of love that burned then broke, of wounds I’d yet to see. At first, I brushed the words aside, a trick my weary mind had spun, but every morning, new notes came— a war I’d lost before begun. Each letter bled of love and loss, of heartbreak I had never known, yet as I read, a thought took root— could time be set in stone? Then came the day I saw the date, the truth rang clear, a hollow chime— these words were warnings from myself, a ghost...

Introduction: Society often fears those who refuse to be caged and hence, tries to put them down. This poem is for the dreamers, the wanderers, and the ones who choose flight over chains. It is a celebration of freedom, of defying expectations, of daring to soar when the world demands you stay grounded. They call me lost, adrift, unmade, A man who lingers, a child who strayed. They whisper names, they shake their heads,  "A boy who walks where grown men tread." My hands still build from sticks and clay,  Yet castles crumble in decay.  I chase the clouds, they chase the clocks,  Their world is measured, built from blocks.  They trade in ledgers, debts, and gold,  Yet lock their dreams in cages cold.  They wear their masks of iron pride,  Yet cracks run deep where fears reside.  "Grow up," they say, "Stand firm, stand tall." But roots too deep can't dance at all.  Their hands grip tight to weight and steel,  Yet wonder why they cease...