Why I Choose To Transcend
From crumpled and wrinkled to blinded and half dead
Howling and regretting; on the decisions not taken- thinking
Why I choose to transcend?
In desire, I roam the world like wind; and become static
To be the consumer of depths of destiny, of fate and love;
How could I forget to get directions for my passion?
I lost my way and become one with trash of the world
I see my extinction, my expiration, my death, my doom
I burned; I turned and transcend myself to bits and bits
Why I choose to transcend?
And realization transpires but seems too late- now
Nothing to fix and nothing to stitch- REPENT
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