This world is complex
one moment, it gives you nothing
other moment, you have everything
this world is too demanding
one moment you are hiding and scared
other moment you are happy and free
this world is too expensive
whatever you believed in
seems clueless
all this running, all this waiting
all this craving seems futile
the force of human nature is just too demanding
a beginner is not a champion
till he persevere till the end
a world you cannot phantom
where smiles aren't genuine
where laughter has other meaning
where charity is too expensive
where love is taken for granted
a world where good deed is a crime.
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