Hopeful
As the train chuggs, slowly,
into the station
I move myself lazily
For a peek outside,
To find a young boy, a stranger,
waving me goodbye
On seeing him, I reflect upon my deary affairs
The sad cynical pessimist me,
who distrusts, questioning every thing
And despite being only eighteen,
I feel old and devoid of life
Its then when I decide,
to shed this cynical skin,
to remove the pessimist within me,
Hopefully can now I regain my youth,
All thanks to a strange young boy.
Now that he stood waving,
I wave back
Grateful, and happy that
despite all the cynicism that now prevails,
There is still hope in the world
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Poetry In Motion
PoetryThoughts. Feelings. Opinions. And stuff that doesn't make sense. All united. Poetry in Motion. -- Most of these were written when I first joined Wattpad or even before. This was probably the first 'story' that I ever published on Wattpad, and that's...
