Why does this hug seem like the last one of the few.
Why does this moment seem to reap the emotions that I grew.
Why do I lay awake while my dreams sing a lullaby.
Why are there more revisions of the reality.
With every step, I feel like drifting away from the Utopia when the soothing rhymes of intuition splatter into the harsh prose of practicality. As my doubts wander in the labyrinth of answers, every single giggle seems like a mockery.
Unsure of a miracle, my exasperation whisper the hymns to solemn the end.
"I am the same old man with some new fears,
shaky confidence and dried tears."
I have paused, time hasn't,
My karma has, results haven't.
The voice echoes, Is this the right forum to wail out my tragedy?
Ha! Why fear when forums have always been portals to escape the reality.
No one listens, no one would care.
It's a world that banks on my despair!
Why does this moment seem to reap the emotions that I grew.
Why do I lay awake while my dreams sing a lullaby.
Why are there more revisions of the reality.
With every step, I feel like drifting away from the Utopia when the soothing rhymes of intuition splatter into the harsh prose of practicality. As my doubts wander in the labyrinth of answers, every single giggle seems like a mockery.
Unsure of a miracle, my exasperation whisper the hymns to solemn the end.
"I am the same old man with some new fears,
shaky confidence and dried tears."
I have paused, time hasn't,
My karma has, results haven't.
The voice echoes, Is this the right forum to wail out my tragedy?
Ha! Why fear when forums have always been portals to escape the reality.
No one listens, no one would care.
It's a world that banks on my despair!
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