In disguise of the nature and worldly amusement
we loose the core to win few
the soul within us dies a little at the mockery of the fate
It's assumed that we give what is in abundance
but to the narrative otherwise we give what is lacking
Vicious circle we fall in but falling apart on each other
That vacant chair, those non-sipped cups
those incomplete conversations that fight at the night
all hang loose on the wire unseen
invisible journey with no one walking beside
Never ending paths dying spirit
still a cast to drag further...
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