Life
Is a race
Where,
Money,
Fame,
Sex,
We chase
Up and down the hills we go
Finding our own distinct paths
In this strange maze
Selfish,
we are
Void of emotions
But we still search for love
We run in circles
Round and round we go
Zigzagging our way,
In our conflicted haze
Humans,
We might call ourselves
But,
Mere racers
We truly are,
With our hearts ablaze
With lust,
For,
Money,
Fame,
Sex.
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Random thoughts....
PoetryThis is the personal collection of random thoughts of me, Manail ,an average pakistani teen
