Treasure Island

stuti rajesh


IN THE PURSUIT OF NOTHING


i keep on walking for miles
sometimes saying small lies
climbing up so fast
that my friend are left last
i feel the sweat break out
and still my mind is in a doubt
why am i running still
thats when i realize i am
in th pursuit of nothing
in the pursuit of everything
not mine

wealth ansd sucsess are my gods
and money is the supreme lo9rd
but is this what i want
tell me i it is going to be dawn
and thats when i realize i am
in the pursuit of nothing
in the pursiut of everything
everyting nit mine
they are just not mine
not me cause i am
in the pursuit of nothing

Submitted: Saturday, November 19, 2011

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