The way ahead is unknown
and I keep losing the sight
when I am lost so deep
I find it hard to find me

Dreams keep roaming around
taking wondrous forms and colours
I wonder if  they are a part of life, adding to its beauty
Or born in search of cause to live?

Born in search of cause to live
to so helpless humans
desperate to put some meaning
into their empty existence

But I’ll win
and make each of them true
A fear seizes me often
and suffocates those dreams

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What if I woke someday
like so many others
at the end of this life
and lament the loss of peace?

Like that artist
who drew and drew and drew
and when he finished
inside, he was still unfinished

But I’ll win
and make each of them true
’cause they may disappoint me in the end
but the now is too disappointing without them…..

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