Finding the Deep Voice Within
He was standing, alone
I was feeling concerned, in some way.
People are slave of their own emotions.
Stories are told in ages, scripted in revelations.
I was listening to a song, a lyric full of sadness
Lots of songs I listen to, lots of lyrically rich songs.
He was singing for a helpless soul; in an undertone.
He was a question mark of my should and should not.
Finding the deep voice within seems like a dream
With all those distractions along, all those limitations.
Life, a never-ending quest of aspirations, unfolds slowly
Towards a motivation, as fate is yet to be known.
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