Some boring poem

I don't have time to fight with you.
Be honest, I don't have any time on you.
Completely. I falling into my work,
Into my path, into my star of rising.
But I fear you still pretending to be me.
So, I decided some...
Will go through little quest? At risk am I?
For knowing who you really are?
A lot of questions are fluff lying on my way.
A lot of like you are fakes dreaming see me fail.
So boring, right? And nothing new in it.
A bit of hate in us for all
And just a little bit for us in them.

5.2.2022