A tree lost in the kind of hundreds
A wishlist tangled in the world of desire
A hopeful mind confused in search of roads
Thats all fades the faith once in a time
Game already gone wrong with the emerge of hurdles.
The mixed of oil and water thats how human arouse
All that remain is the slippery all wet dry.
Walks through the miles,each mind loses the direction.
The already written book is all a long way to be solved.
All remain is the question in a mysterious dusk.
©kmong
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