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Apr 2015
It's funny how people see us,
for all that we never were.
All our blunders seem to define us,
as if that's all we ever were.

They see lost potential,
Grieving, that I've lost my only way.
All the things that I could've been,
if only I hadn't been led astray.

They say I lost my way,
I got pulled away by the tide.
Yet I reply smiling gratefully,
my head held up by all my pride:

I lost my way ,
Oh yes, I did,
I lost my way and found it back,
time and time again.
But once, I lost it forever,
I finally found myself.
Inspired by Estas Tonne
Tushar Sawant
Written by
Tushar Sawant  Mumbai, India.
(Mumbai, India.)   
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