I'll say it
They are lost
I'll say it
These roughs
I'll say it
They are lost
When life becomes a circus
Where we all move in circles
For fun and bravery-
We love our very value
Yes they are lost
But i have no clue
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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