A Flaw

The world looks at me in awe
they think I care about no one
for I see this creation a flaw
someday it’ll be done.

There is rude reality at work
as fate upon will persists
hey ! there’s nothing to smirk
only if you live,the world exists.

I sweep my hair back
wear my collar up
holding my cigarette pack
strutting streets,down and up.

I beg no one for nothing
even idea of god is shame
all prayer is to beg something
why fear the life’s game ?

I wasn’t born of my will
nor die of my accord
let me have my terms
who wants a sordid reward !