Days move ahead without a trail
Trusting soul is fooled again
No one cares for the broken wing
All play games, but who shall win?
Street fills with losers
Solitude fills the place
From the stool of the bar
To the hill afar
I wonder all the days I need
To see the things as they seem
New day grabs the skyline
But unknown truth stays hidden
I want to surrender to you
You behold the coast where I want to go
Is that a delight or
Dismissal of setting sun?
All is written for the ones who came
When we find, we all are the same
To find the abyss within!
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