JOURNEY
Sometimes I think allot about my past
It was good; childhood-happiness, that secondary school’s
day last
But now I am in bad time;
Like I did a great crime;
So now I remembering my good like a live telecast
It hurts to see the wounds and burdens of todays
Why I am so careless; why I choose only the bad ways
So
much friction in the life
Like fighting with an angry wife
Walking on lonely street; thinking about what people says
Oh! Who I am; why I am here; murmuring the dark nights
Mid of the sea; in a dark storm thirsty for the beach lights
Is that called struggling?
Then I must be on right travelling
Haha! I remember my good; when I wished some kick for my
dreams can get flights
Omg! I am such a fool; who wants to be a hero
Without any cost; no it need some efforts to be grow
Roughness in nature is rude
But it’s compulsory for this journey my dude
(Oh! I am love my struggle – my friction) cause being a HERO
You have to make a ZerO
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