Crossroads of Existence
I am a bird
Who fley away to see what the world looks like
The bird left its nest
and, now it misses the warm feeling of its home
The home made up of grass
A free place to wake up at odd hours,
A anytime place to demand for a chai
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In the new world,
Some seasons have passed
Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring
The feeling of nostlagia keeps the history alive
The feeling of a place to belong, gives an identity
A place of unwanted validation doesn’t exist in the new world
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Things pass by at the speeed of light
Everyone is a stranger with something to offer
Hidden inside is love, not seen by everyone
The warm feeling of chai is small, and yet so giving
Its like the mud of the ground, it exists
Just like smoke, with cigerattes
Just like loniliness, even with a lot of people around
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All this doesn’t feels good,
But doesnt feel wrong either
It’s a dilemna of choices, of trades
Having one thing to let go of another
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Dark roads
The shiver after a cold shower
Tough days, heavy sighs
Big laughs, silent tears
Nothing right or wrong.
it just is.
….
Full of questions of being good or bad
random noises around, yet a goal
The journey of no destinations
A need to be acknowledged
A desire to be seeN, to stand out
A want to deserve everything
I am at the crossroads of existence.
