A passenger without a ticket,
You travel with fellow passengers,
Not sure where and when you'll alight.
When you leave, you'll leave everything.
The journey at hand is the life granted.
To make it a heaven or a hell
Is how you adjust yourself with things.
Bear or flee to see you are at peace.
21.10.2018.
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