Something lost and eccentric
Tracing back when time lost essence is not possible any more,
The pace of actions has been faster than what geared for.
Admiring the beauty, feeling joy and pain is now at the end of the tunnel that is long and I am too tired to walk.
Walking on sand that just takes my ground away,
The words fall short or I talk too much is tough to find.
Learning to be blind and deaf is what we have traded over our peace of mind,
Choking in this bubble full of strangers.
Most of what remains of us is just surviving,
Each face has a tale to tell, weary and unfamilar eyes of our own kind.
The search never ends,
As I reach the end I learn it is a mirage.
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