I end doing up something,
Life was just mess,
With things I didn't want,
Travelled a lot to find my way,
My ways, my life,
May be a thought,
Reality,
My life your ways,
May be we like to be puppet,
May be we could fly high or fall down,
If it would be my life, my ways,
It just would be happy world and nothing just nothing,
Open my heart, shouted loud, cried in pain,
This pain was mine and not yours.
Its time to prove that my life, my rules and my ways,
Their's nothing yours.
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PoetryA poem to know the real beauty and to encourage to move on in your life
