Living on the right side,
Of life...
Is like,
A nightmare...
When only few are there.
Living on the right side,
Of life...
Is like,
Trying to fight...
A ghost,
Both day and night.
Stuck in revolving,
Petty pits.
People are involved,
In foolishness.
And nothing gets solved,
With a seriousness.
Since commitments are made to nonsense.
Living on the right side,
Of life...
Is like,
A nightmare...
When only few are there.
Stuck in revolving,
Petty pits.
People are involved,
In foolishness.
And nothing gets solved,
With a seriousness.
Since commitments are made to nonsense.
Living on the right side,
Of life...
Is like,
Stuck in revolving petty pits.
With people are involved in foolishness,
To fight...
Against,
Ridding themselves of divisiveness.
Living on the right side...
Of life,
Is like...
Being caught up in revolving petty pits.
Living on the right side,
Is like...
Being caught up in revolving petty pits.
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