Oh poor Soul! Trapped in,
Tapestry of sorrow and joy.
C’mon look around this bin,
Overcome this web little boy.
A vicious circle destroying this art,
It’s true essence one day will fade.
Look through the lens of a handful cart,
Of your life, your heart has shade.
The silver grey colour of your sky,
Will turn clear blue with your smile.
Golden bright shine of your clever spy,
Will turn into pale bleak useless file.
Live your life cheerfully balancing,
Your aging sea of ups and down.
The journeys of the heart is playing,
Hide and seek securing it’s crown.
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