This tiny thought tonight drove me through,
It comes to me often,does it crosses you too?
Suspended in time as colorless plume,
A rising will at dawn,and receding with gloom.
An endless nothingness sprawling far wide,
Some unbreakable shackles,a never ending ride.
Way towards this end,comes with a cost,
A fading light there,but we,busy being lost.
A trapped soul I am,and the restless thee,
Will I ever in this life, find a place for me..
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