Akrion Poetry

As Kids

As kids we always follow
Our hearts which burn inside
As men we turn them hollow
And color them with pride

As kids we question kindly
And never care to fail
As men we follow blindly
As long as we prevail

As kids we play so easy
And life is just a game
As men we are too busy
With chasing gold and fame

As kids we have no money
No concept of a fee
As men we think is funny
If living was for free

As kids we grow so quickly
Rushing everything we do
As men we are so prickly
Stealing time as we go through

As kids we dream so vastly
And think life is our friend
As men we fade when lastly
We’ve reach our childhood’s end

Akrion (1/21/2013)

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Born in a small country in the Balkans called Bulgaria (commonly mistaken by the geographically inclined westerners as Siberia), @krion spend most of his childhood being deceived that his existence mattered and that he can change the world one school year at a time.

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