Thoughts are the present
Afar is the source
What stay behind
Is the unlimited force
Of uncontrollable feelings
Soaked in sweat of tired awaits
my eyes droop a li’l, blink a li’l
and i walk a li’l, drink a li’l
strides short, at times long
eyes wide shut. reasons none so strong
a drop of water, strickles down the cheek
my body is heavy, but my legs are not weak
Still the breeze whistles in my ears
“Dont give up, its not far”
I heed to thy warning my heart
For I know I have kept the door of my home, ajar…..
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