Sometimes,
I wonder if being alive
Is really the best of all ideas
If it really make sense to breath
And keep bustling up with life
Sometimes,
The safety of the ground beckons
To hide me from all troubles and fears
To keep my mind at rest
And give me peace well deserved
Sometimes,
Life shines its glints of hope
Like gold crust and diamond in the field
I can see some light in the tunnel
Though dim, but bright enough for my soul
©Moshood Ag
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