Come here beside me, dont be afraid of darkness coz this too shall pass. Years and months as dust of time, the dawn would yawn again. Men would rise and walk the road, the day as the ship sailing on the sea of time, would carry this couldron of life, carry every living soul on the face of the earth to the shore of 'better tomorrow'
But nobody would get off, we all want tomorrows to be better than today. We never draw the line. Between these choices we exist by mere chance. Men and woman, sheltered and homeless, handicapped and handicapped (in my canvas theres no human who feels life fully), brothers and sisters, lovers and hater, friends and foes, earth and sky...between them all there is just space and time.
Listen up friend if you arent anywhere between ecstacy and mayhem, you are better off dead. Between dream and reality there is just me.
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