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.