Dreamt under the night's blanket,
Wished upon a shooting star;
There's so much you wanted to take,
Everything that's not worth the wait.
You left your spot in a hurry
For you've seen something new
Not knowing there's something better
Just kept and hidden somewhere there.
Whilst you can travel
You've gone too far and so
You've lost your road back home;
So dull your future have grown.
As though as you've made it through
Past all the struggles thrown in
But truth is you're bewildered
For the conflict is the victor you've gathered.
You've felt a little and thought a lot.
Befallen yourself deep in the pithole.
Hence, you've kept taking the false equilibrium
That all is right, you've wrongly assumed.
Weren't you the one who flew with rainbows,
Stood for ready and took a lift
Just so you've lost the sense of control
And stained the gift you've had like all?
Life starts after the storm; life anews.
Had you broken a wing and crashed
Or tipped over and got back to your home
Wouldn't it be better than the fame you've known?
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