Bear some complaints and question the world
Make mistakes and then disdain
Let you be the guide of your life
And not the same guide you on this terrain
Give birth to a cause, when
Or let the cause turn you greater then
When all else having a life merely exist
You'll be living for a cause my friend
Dream and let your soul be weary
Despair and at times make merry
Live like your world will cease to be
Maybe today or tomorrow but till then delight the vibrant we
Leave behind your mild traces
On a road never taken before
Of setbacks and betrayal termed as experience
In times eye, for new souls to explore
Let not age decide the life you live
Or of common sight the world you've seen so well
That when you lie down to rest of age
You always have a story with you to tell
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