It is increasingly hard to put up
the declining rates of your spirit on whole
Rugged up all weather
sitting all alone
Dwelling in an armour
capped up and frown
Approach to life when changes
when in for short of words
Crammed into a world where you don't belong
slithering on the frictionless guards
What have you thought to be consciously designed
by the ever almighty smiling on your side
That beam you owned
withered out into an enemy world so wide
Pleading for a placebo
running in for peace
Trying to innovate a cornetto
which could blow the pain into a musical face
Not easy as it seems
not easy as it is realized
It needs a lot of self structural dreams
It need a lot strength well organized
But nothing is impossible
when its taken to win the race of enthusia
Nothing is impossible
to catch hold of that euphoria
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