Cool words comes to mind easily
to some people.
They are born talented.
Their mind skies, are starry.
And then there are minds, starless scarlet skies. Some are darker in shades. There are some pitch blacks even.
They weren't born with any talents.
They struggle all the time to be something.
But it doesn't matter, if you have skills or not as long as you never stop believing
in thyself.
Never stop forming life
Sing on for better lands without the division flags.
Why not dream a beautiful world where's there ain't no racism, no wars, no weapons, no more hunger problems,no more animal torturing, no more hate in rainbow love, no more cruelty in the name of God.
There's a weakling in you, there's a warrior in you.
Choose the one latter.
Miracle will come your way.
And there will be a better world.