Restless soul of mine,
trying to find out the meaning of its own, when we say nothing,
When we miss the nodes
in music, and play something wrong, still we want to sing,
When we carry a smile
on our face for everyone, but we want to cry,
We saw everyone flying
in the sky, but for ourselves we have never seen a free sky,
When we see the brightness
outside, but sometimes too bright to walk on a street,
Hallucination of lost
dreams, with whom sometimes we want to meet,
Feeling of nothingness,
in which I have never elucidated our thoughts, and will never,
Sometimes we need the
answers; become too inquisitive,
Maybe something else
can give the answer and do that favor,
Perturbation in thoughts
and companionship of broken words, is just a reflectance of new start,
Because of unknown
strange world, which suppose to be mine, but I am scared too much today,
My soul will find
something else very soon, maybe tomorrow something else to say.
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