Thoughts

Each morning comes with a new ray,
Of lost hopes & darkness survived,
Broken glasses & invisible thought swords,
Am I a lost purpose in world full of ambitions?

A feeling so helpless & full of uncertainty,
Unspoken verses of reality hidden in my chest,
That desire to walk away between the greens,
Am I a lost purpose in world full of ambitions?

Plastic smiles and dreams full of lead,
That bullet straight from anger’s

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 Day in and day out, check in to reality and check out with dreams,
We are neither super heroes nor do we possess magic wands,
Why are we then expected to be perfect?
Why doesn’t this wall of expectations break any time soon?

A slumber so full of stress, dreams less & more of crass,
Moving down the hill for a walk full of peace,
Admiring the birds lost in a peck,
And the trees

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