The world is so ambiguous,
identical is the rust or dust.
Expectations are that you must,
pour yourself and leave the rest.
Because nothing really in your fist,
whether you die or give your best.
So one for all what is the gist.
Yes this is life, it always takes your test.

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The world is so ambiguous,
identical is the rust or dust.
Expectations are that you must,
pour yourself and leave the rest.
Because nothing really in your fist,
whether you die or give your best.
So one for all what is the gist.
Yes this is life, it always takes your test.

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The world is so ambiguous,
identical is the rust or dust.
Expectations are that you must,
pour yourself and leave the rest.
Because nothing really in your fist,
whether you die or give your best.
So one for all what is the gist.
Yes this is life, it always takes your test.

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You better do not speak,
if you really don't mean.
Because being hopeless is better,
than a fake promise you utter.

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Yes it's you.
You have the power.
Only you can do.
The world is all yours.
You just need to make a choice.
Cause the universe has all.
Pious and malice.
May be next one is your door.
You just need to roar.

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Sometimes I wish
I could be someone else.
May be a bit strict,
with my nerves and pulse.
May be an oculist,
at least could see
what inside those minds exist.
May be could gather enough rage,
to show my fire on every page.

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This is not the time of innocence.
The more you do,
your most you lose.
The world takes you for granted,
not just the strangers,
your people too.
Is this the rule of world,
epitome of hypocrisy in every verse.

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Are we free,
are really our minds ?
Are we liberated,
are really our winds ?
Are we independent,
are really our words ?
Are we reliant,
are really our thoughts ?
Are we gender unbiased,
are really our actions ?
Are we poised,
are really our reactions ?

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Life is an ocean,
not tunnel so lank.
Voids can never be like,
fill in the blanks.
Like every beautiful beginning,
has a destination to stop.
Same is the life's journey,
there is always a flowery way,
after a life of hardwork and thorns.

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You are poetry to my rhyme.
You make me glow, when you shine.

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