When I Grow Up

World of demonic plays,
Gist of, of my age to pray.
When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.

Couple, or more I say
Are the mind’s protests
Willing to correct free will,
Fighting for the seat of peace,
Repeating of it’s cavils.

This, right here is my list.
List of things I want to do.
Two, live with the alps
Three, I don’t really know
One, to know.
Knowing, what would I do?

When I grow up,
I won’t want to, wouldn’t want to.

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Shreyas

Imagination has a boundary. And, I can't imagine it.

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