Why does it seem hard to fix yourself?
After all no one knows you better
Flattering words displace you
But the right I feel is in your hands
Twists and turns all are a part
And sacrifice don’t seem the card
Like streetlights they guide
And darkness seems to hide
Thoughts travel in existence unknown
You stand still and stare
With no one still to care
World turns round a million times
Year by year facing your past
All in one day lay upon your hand
Paths are many but traveller thee decide
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