He was lost, wandering,

Searching for his path, his purpose

His existence, after all,

Was not meant to be dismal.

 

His mind was an asylum of delirium,

Overrun by thoughts incomprehensible

His heart an emotional wasteland,

Massacred by the coldness of reality

 

His soul Lost in the echoes of the past

Clinging desperately on to a mirage,

His life a collection of lessons unlearnt,

Reluctant to leave its comfort zone.

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