He found his muse not too long ago.
The love for entertainment he has, was created while he was performing a show.
That’s when he knew what he wanted to become.
An entertainer that pleased almost everyone.
He feels like a young God.
People clapping for him although they don’t notice he’s a little odd.
They might know what he does, but they don’t realize that he’s lonely.
Title as young God doesn’t match that he’s very unholy.
Toking on ganja to get lifted.
Creative thoughts running his mind which makes him so gifted.
This is his life and his muse.
This is the dream that he wanted to choose.
Itarow Krähe 
Oh wow! This is a really good piece. I love it 💗 there’s a song that fits this to some extent. It’s called ‘trapdoor’ by 21 pilots, if you have time you should listen to it. 🙂
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Rereading the poem, I do see how it would fit that song. Actually, I might listen to it right now. Thanks, again, for the lovely feedback!
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You’re welcome. 😃
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