Sometimes you're dead from inside,
faking the smiles outside;
You become empty
hollowness pervades,
but trying & filling the bodily vessel with the hopes that eventually fades;
You start introspections and contemplations,
blaming yourself for even choosing such destinations.
How unfortunate am I
what about the dreams I once thinketh with one bright eye?
Lord! I wanted the greener pastures
seems like you're sympathising me with 'destined' and dry leisures.
Or, Are you planning one fairyland
with handful of experiences gained!?
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