walking on the city streets
wet pavements are seen
a rush of air on your face
with a sense of curiosity
going in through buildings
while darkness surrounds them
following the road to the dead end
thinking if this is the end
but then
you know it's not
you knew better
going back where you came from
was the answer
and you knew it too well
you swim with your thoughts
but you understand what's right
same goes with life
when you think it's the end
all you have to do
is follow another path
you never know
until you go for it
it might be something
wonderful for you
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
walking on the city streets
wet pavements are seen
a rush of air on your face
with a sense of curiosity
going in through buildings
while darkness surrounds them
following the road to the dead end
thinking if this is the end
but then
you know it's not
you knew better
going back where you came from
was the answer
and you knew it too well
you swim with your thoughts
but you understand what's right
same goes with life
when you think it's the end
all you have to do
is follow another path
you never know
until you go for it
it might be something
wonderful for you
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