what does life mean to me
Abstain from moments of pain and glee
All I hear is a drone.....
The mind's often a busy road
Obscurity where seeks abode
Humming the tune to a lover's ode
drunk in the lonely night
a knee-jerk welcome to intrepid reality
a life less, more a formality
stuck in the crossroads of functionality
static.............
Illusions ramming into structures
A presence full of fractures
and wait for transcending junctures
and thus,I complete my journey.
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