To carry my dream on my back
To run restlessly towards the end....
Tears, are forgotten.
Smiles, are faded.
The journey, left unseen, untouched.
I came to realise,
at the ending point,
there's nothing much but a prize.
What's more lucrative is
the greenish trees and grass that i have left behind.
But, must I stop every now and then?
To run restlessly towards the end....
Tears, are forgotten.
Smiles, are faded.
The journey, left unseen, untouched.
I came to realise,
at the ending point,
there's nothing much but a prize.
What's more lucrative is
the greenish trees and grass that i have left behind.
But, must I stop every now and then?
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