We live in the ocean of choices,
We never know what we suppose to choose
In which one gonna suit in our lives,
What we choose we have to use.
Sometime we choose the wrong things
We desperately run after these
We will know later, those were bad huntings,
Might be it was our wrong hypothesis.
Sometime we choose the right things,
But we do less care about these
We think those were not our real expectings
This is nothing but our mental crisis.
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