I have a lust for learning
Sometimes when I try to savor a voyage
Why the streets are always
laid over with rough pebbles
and coal black dusts.
Yet I always desire to reach my destiny
And my bleeding feet
leaves behind the blesses from where I departed
graced with beautiful dreams
and vivid days.
And as I head towards my destination
Sometimes I find I'm playing with my own imaginations
When I chance to stop at the dissector
and my keen eyes wonders
which way to go!
I saluted my heart to move on the nasty way
As I was not welcomed to enter the ethereal gate
and my senses dismayed me
When my wit foretold
That I was moving the wrong way.
Yet I listened to my heart and kept aside my wit
On the way I met with several ills withal curses
No wonder they were defeated
And I was defeated by the soul of mine
When I found my destiny was already ruined
with several gravels.
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