It makes me realize that things aren't the same,From yearning for more to a whispered name,Even though I crave, even though I strive,I find myself saying, "Okay, nato. "Couldn’t imagine these words would escape,Contentment wrapped in a quiet shape,Knowing I can, yet fear holds me tight,Just a flicker of courage, lost in the night. .Behind the okay, a whisper flows,A yearning ache that no one knows. In quiet nights, it softly cries,Why can’t I reach the stars in skies? I wear the mask, but deep within,A silent battle, the fight to win. I need more light, to find my way,Beyond the okay, I long to stay.
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In twilight's gentle, haunting grace,
I see the change I cannot trace,
From dreams and wishes held so tight,
To whispers lost in silent night.
I crave the more, I strive for flight,
Yet "Okay, nato" I softly recite,
These words, a tapestry I weave,
Crafting solace I choose to believe.
Contentment cloaked in shadows pale,
Hiding fears that dare not sail.
Though I can, the fear is great,
Courage flickers, then abates.
Behind my smile, a whisper sighs,
A yearning gaze at star-filled skies.
In darkened hours, secrets weep,
Why must they in shadows keep?
A mask I wear, yet heart within,
Fights a battle, strives to win.
I seek the light to forge my way,
Beyond the calm, I yearn to stay.