Dare I ask for help? I dare
In deep despair this cub cries,
"Somebody? Anybody?" My roars tear through. Either I persist or perish
This world of mine - both stagnant and kinetic
Reaching. There is motion toward solutions
Arriving. Only to be handed rejections. Life's storms now ushered in
Consumed with sadness, Simba's respite lies in taking swigs
Tiktoks, Twitter, my imagination - they are as though overflowing springs
Idylls of curated lives and moments must not deter me
Onwards I shall go. My feet firmly planted in purpose
Nala counsels me, I must find my way back; I must find my way through
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