What is it that you are searching?
What is it that you are running after?
Isn’t dreaming yourself part of you?
Isn’t pursuing dream part of you?
Roaming is aimless,
Living is lifeless.
I should not live with fallacy,
Arrow should be fired with accuracy.
Choice lies deep in chaos,
Between intention and uncertainty.
If everything is decided,
Who decides to be indecisive?
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