Which that seeks without any words revealed
Hinders my brain and my nights into alarms
I wake up and sleep at irregular cities
I wander and wonder where it leads and wait
The sign must come and the sign must lead the drunks on the beat and many more birds that seek
Slow and hurdle to the leading sunset
The boat that rows and echo that grows silently diminishing into itself
It comes back and so does love
They revolve and inherent the same goals
The tracks which suits our life and many more
Dumping through the necessary and the isolation whichever feels good
We damage ourselves to rebuild in some life time
That's not secret but the secret of universal truth
We must come again to see what we have left behind and it will always pull us back realising us of our own mistakes
We may learn but we will never stop playing
That's the promise!


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