Chicken's Post

Theres always a cost to secrecy.
Theres always a life beneath hatred.
Theres always chickens underneath me.
And those chicken wanna come out and play.

Everything that happened has a cost.
May it vary from zero to one or none to millions.
May it be your confidence or yourself.
Where there is gain there must be lost.

Careful now chickens might make them hate.
For that is one you too kinda hate.
You know what you have.
And you have what you want.
So be it chickens or lions or dragons.
You are what you are now.

Dont care and listen to what people say.
You have their trust and it wasnt for you to betray.
And i wasnt betraying.
But it was expectations chicken dont plan on fulfilling.

It is not easy to do that. But it is fun.
For when i know what makes me happy, i now know, i will not settle for less.

Little

Some of the things we find unfit. Fo some of the things we find ridiculously annoying to ourselves. Feeling like how too much we can be to each other. Too much or too less and yet still care for each other. Still having not enough with all the too much. And having to be feeling adequate with whats less. And accepting who we are. But we are who we are. I know what i have for you. And what you have for me. And no doubts are spelled on it. But i am worried of me. The one who easily pushes away. Even when.
I dont want to.