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Maybe I should just
Say what I have to say
Scribble what I may
You may read it you may not
But my intention is to write anyway

Maybe I should just
Stop being obsessed
With this mind play
Counting numbers red
Letting go of attachment
We tell our joys
We tell our woes
We tell our perspective
Of the world
through our eyes
We "Share" the cliches
that ring nice
But, not really ours
and far from real life

A virtual utopia
Where goodness thrive
But in reality, It's a bee hive
Busy fishing praises
and counting "Likes"
Are we feeding the ego?
Or are we pleading eyes?
Or are we just birds
Singing gaily at sunrise?

— The End —