Yesterday, it seemed,
Freedom is the prize,
Today, I found,
Desire is the price.
A far off land,
Does beckon to us all,
To run into dreams,
Is to simply wake up with a fall.
Beauty I see all around,
Or just the little good is filtered,
Mingled with hope, served
When actually none is to be found.
Courage is gained,
Strength is lost,
Resolves are abound,
Will to carry on is not.
Braving my own,
Saving my own,
Heart from the mind,
A kid from the world.
What I have learnt,
Is what have I learnt??
Not knowing is a kind of knowing!!
Lost or searching, the map is burnt.
Dip them in a palette, of nature's hues,
And slowly run em' down my face,
Four fingers, four colors, four Seasons,
A tribesman, a warrior, withered, a lost race.
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Yesterday, it seemed,
Freedom is the prize,
Today, I found,
Desire is the price.
A far off land,
Does beckon to us all,
To run into dreams,
Is to simply wake up with a fall.
Beauty I see all around,
Or just the little good is filtered,
Mingled with hope, served
When actually none is to be found.
Courage is gained,
Strength is lost,
Resolves are abound,
Will to carry on is not.
Braving my own,
Saving my own,
Heart from the mind,
A kid from the world.
What I have learnt,
Is what have I learnt??
Not knowing is a kind of knowing!!
Lost or searching, the map is burnt.
Dip them in a palette, of nature's hues,
And slowly run em' down my face,
Four fingers, four colors, four Seasons,
A tribesman, a warrior, withered, a lost race.
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