Test: Try to write a short poem#

I’m on my way#

Testify my ability.

Show my parents that I have been out of their expect.

Prove myself worth it.

Find my upper realm.

I also used to be young. Full of ambition.

Imagine myself mantled the golden light. Illuminating everyone nearby me.

I have been too tired.

Drag my lag trotting through the dark route.

Moonlight cast behind me. Try to navigate me back, rather running away.

But I have been too tired.

My flesh was teared. My consciousness was destroyed.

So, I run away.

Am I a maniac, or a idiot?

I will be teared again, knocked down again.

But I’m back.

Because I’m a maniac, and a idiot?

I don’t know.

A maniac can’t analyze with logic.

A idiot don’t know which is better, back ot forward.

So, yes I am.

After all, I’m crawling on my way.