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Ameer Shahul Poem
Once upon a younger year
When all our worries never appeared
We would go out to play
Come along our older years
Our worries started to reappear
And our probloms where here to stay
In a certain age
Not so long ago to say
I would think everyday
Whey are we here today?
I would think for hours and hours
Till I started to get it together
Then I would feel okay
Then I met a wise man
Who told me the story of sand
But it didn't seem so great
I started to feel crazy
I must have been lazy
Cause I couldn't get the work done straight
Then I found out it's a maze
You have to find the way out
To full complete what life is about
So I guess the story of sand was okay
And you don't have to be a sage...
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Ameer Shahul Poem
Like horse as the gift of troy,
Many look good things are bad,
So tell this young sad boy,
That it shoudnt make him sad,
Plain like the Galactic void,
But you shoudnt be surprised,
To see what as a fact arrived,
That nothing is plain,like the Galactic Void,
You may not understand,
For everything seems so good,
But reality isn't what it seems,
It's the way of different means,
Just like the plain on Galactic Void
The truth will always change your mood
It's may be against your demand
Like horse as the gift of troy
In a plain like the Galactic Void.
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Ameer Shahul Poem
When you try to control
You're mind becomes a stall
Waiting for people
You look towards betrayel
When your eyes are marginal
You want them to listen
Listen to accept only you
Need them to do whatever you
Need to do
For your own sake
Throw control in the lake
You do not know the taste
When people realise
Dirty tricks won't work
Your mind can't think
You will only blink
And see what's left
Control is a theft
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Ameer Shahul Poem
He asked if you had sense
You did not understand what he meant
You go home thinking about that
Until flies over your head
A black bat with suddenly makes you sad
For no good reason,even in a to celebrate season
You still thinking
Along your blinking
You feel you're sinking
You're in a useless mess
You think it is a test
The only reason you struggle
Is that your always focused on the trouble
Witch is stuck
In an unpoppable bubble
People make up stories for the press
Witch does no good or less
You're in luck You're not part of that
People never understand
They just want to be famous
A cursed name it is
You will be crumbled
In a surrounded dark tunnel
You'll be in most tension
Witch will lead you to depression
Witch will be your full time obsession
And your most sacred possession
You won't consider any lesson
Due to your desire for fame
People wont like
You'll be called lame
Whatever you do
You'll recieve threats
That one have a crust
They'll call you nuts
The end
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