On my own balanced by myself
In the middle of nowhere my soul lies
No road signs to guide me towards it
No GPRS to emerge my destination
Just me and my thoughts
Clearly, I'm just lost, on my own.
It is made clear
That this is the story of my life
And not the story of our lives as I got no one to lean on
On my own became an everyday whisper in my ears
As there's no such thing as failing when you got aid
I've never failed yet
I'm just feeble at times
But I still have to carry on even though I'm on my own.
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On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.
