Till my dying day


What does a man, Like me, live for?
Love and Happiness? They all are illusions,
The meanings I don’t know,
My mind’s full of confusions..

But its my heart which keeps me going,

Choosing the path never seen,
Exploring the world, like a traveler,
Going to places I’ve never been..

I hope this courage will last forever,

Because I need it to be this way,
I hope am gonna live with no fear,
With a smile till my dying day!
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