Residence in a golden mirage
a place where tattered souls lie
Play the strings of profit
After the midnight oil is no more
dive into waters untouched
Redeem your forbidden passion
The battle between fear and bravery
the spiral of events that bring solace
Existence becomes your purpose
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Profit, Passion, Purpose
PoetryThe path of our lives isn't always what we expect it to be. There are curves and bends revolving around sadness, happiness, pain, greed, love ... you get the point. In the end, the journey becomes the destination.
