Sometimes , we accord our entire trust ,
onto some lives .
But it does not work out ,
at the time of a crise.
It makes us feel downcasted ,
up until demise .
Excessively cold , intensively dark .
But we cannot deny ,
the truth is itself a lie …
Sometimes we enhance our anxiety ,
for the past .
And despair the manoeuvre of the future ,
until the last .
Roaring and weeping , for the cause of nothing,
it is the right time , to hit the brick with a swinge.
Bidding farewell , when the time is to live ;
set up your wings to fly up high , as
the truth is itself a lie …
Remember , the pit that we fall is the same ,
the thing is , we all just provide different names.
Don’t you lose hope , or cease to try ,
Just believe that ,
“Something ” is alone , but is still alive .
We cannot rely in, as far as ,
the truth is itself a lie …
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