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The Indecisive State of My Life
The Indecisive State of My Life Like the rainbows of the sky, Like the new moon before each month of Phoebe, My life switches, dusk to dawn, dawn to dusk I’m confused. What is next? What coming next? What is preset for me? Will you answer, oh dear Forgiver? Would you please soothe my endeavor? I’m bit tired, Nothing of my life expired, Still why do I feel like expiring soul? Whenever there is a hope, Few spaces to start or a little scope, I feel like I’ve retired. No one is touching my soul, Nothing is happening at all Cause I don’t dare to do. I really need some pace, For settling down in this place I look for a friend but don’t know who. I love the evening sky, The scene when the birds fly to their nests, I’m not so sure, where to go, I wait to fly; Just as the sun would lie In the sea-bed after the tiring day. Then only I’d feel Why am I not standing on the hill? Neither on my heel high, Finally it pains, My tender heart cries, Who’s there to console my tries?
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