You hope high
You aspire, you perspire
Here and there You wander
Torn & tired
And you fall back
To the ground
Where you begun and lay
For sometimes there
And you call it happiness
And you fight for such defeated moments
As the vitality is regained
Enough to stand again
In the hope of victory
Over the eternal joy
You fly high again
To reach the horizons
Of hopes & desires
And you call it success
And for such short-lived achievements
You bear wounds & its pain
In your brain
And you suffer
And suffer for ever
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