Getting all messed while you walk through the path.
Rolling stones keep coming your way at unexpected times.
You dodge halfway and hurt yourself a little.
Some just touch and go, without damages.
Some stones go rolling over you and get you all bruised.
Your safeguard is half broken.
It doesn't let you jump above and fly away.
The lifelines are no longer available to give you peace.
To fill the bruises.
You still go on & on, cause that's what is expected from you.
Dodge or get hurt, there's that same smiling face.
Hiding everything inside your little head, being happy for the world.
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PoetryA collection of poems that I write every single day!!
