Walking
from day to day
Courting
my feet like a lady.
We
challenged our sorrow
For
another bleak tomorrow.
Like
floating in the ocean
Accompanied by no one.
Steering
to a point, nowhere;
On hand is
a dream -- bare.
Walking
with head high,
Inside,
shouts exhaustion and sigh.
We walk
among the masses
And mirror
each cases.
Like we
missed out on something
That should
engross our liking.
Steering
to a gentle way,
We try to
evade our doomsday.
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