You were promised to be a scientist.
You were destined to invent the cure for loneliness.
You were promised to be an artist.
You were bound to mix a colour that no one had witnessed.
You were promised to be a poet:
The one, who would remind people of the beauty within.
You were promised to be a saviour,
Set to deconstruct the dichotomy of being alive.
You were promised to be outstanding,
You were bound to be born and grow up.
But instead you became a wizard,
Who turned himself into tears in my eyes.