The Days
The Days
My mind is bluffing all the around the clock
Getting the real ones suppressed and block
I'm in a flow
I'm in a blow
But the clouds of doubts are covering it all
And coming back to me like fast thrown ball
Trying to change and learn
But instead just getting burn
Shutting and shattering in the corner
Displaying that I'm a good performer
But if replacing your sadness with happiness
And wounds with laughter is not a part of life
Then what makes it challenging
Perhaps realising this knock on my door everyday banging
The path I'm heading towards is like a puzzle
Leading unloaded stress and lots of guzzle
Heard people saying
Life is what it is
Although experienced
There's no much difference in dying and then living and in living and then dying.
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