Gravity
I
Mold a stone,
Make it your own,
With your hand it bleeds.
Put 'A' in effort,
Pulling your self back and forth,
They seemed mislead.
Catch a phrase,
I'll spill the beans,
"You catch the wrong interpretation of what I did."
II
Withal,
You're trying to get out of mediocrity,
but the gravity inside it seems so strong,
it keeps pulling you back.
You, who did everything to get that success out of a vicious hand,
But what, gets really nothing but nothing you truly deserve?
I am now out of words, gravity
Whilst you have the power,
I'm stuck with mediocre & melancholia.