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Bee's Colony

Bravely taking a bold step towards destiny..
Starving alone somewhere in Hungary.. Suffered for whom?
The Queen or country?..
Tried so hard to prove I am somebody..
Thus, the ego
Neither signs nor symptoms
Oneself antibody..

Quarantined in this Bee's colony..
Got stung in my whole body..
Failed in life for downplaying my destiny..
Wishing this whole thing is just a parody..
And now I know I am a nobody..

Despised the few love ones who shared me company..
For all the sleepless nights they capable of singing for me a peaceful lullaby..
The only solace lies within a magic symphony..
Buried deep in the colony..
Hold the door, over and under
Gulliver travels towards destiny..
From ecstasy
To impaired remorse, sympathy nor empathy..
With no ethics I am pathetic now living in apathy..

Can you hear some footsteps matching towards destiny?
Hear these footsteps in the dark matching towards destiny?
Perceiving these footsteps in the dark matching towards destiny?

A walking dead running to destiny..
Gulliver
A traveler
Walking towards destiny..
Space bound destined for Jupiter
Dwelling in destiny..