too much in my mind
drift along senselessly;
for a path i cannot find,
where i can rest my soul in peace
there is a light always at the end of the tunnel,
but the tunnel itself has to end for me to find the light
sensibility has gone for a walk,credibility has gone for a toss,
reliability has been seething venom,
punctuality has taken time out
still i survive, still i live, still i am, for still i feel that life is
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2 comments:
there is a light always at the end of the tunnel,
but the tunnel itself has to end for me to find the light
what a lovely line u have written very nice
:) All poems are just too gud. Keep it up boy...
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