Come home later,
Ditch life’s ladder
Search for better,
Though it is wrong.

You should leave but,
Stay a while.
Stay for style.
Worry not about drowning
Darling, we’re strong.

Let’s go,
Unfinished importance became normal:
Homework, sleep, curfew
Or melancholy’s lasso
We’re born to endure long.

Rise to a drowsy sun
Embrace its dark glory like nuns.
We’re in the low, but have found its upper.
Not doing your forward,
We’re different.

High or below,
Homie, we’re strong.
Like a song.

@Sircharlesthepoet