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Endless Path
Endless highways of misdirected means,
To walk along the lonely street of dreams,
To live in a world where nothing is as it seems,
And take pursuit of pleasure to extremes,
Life it self is a stress,
Where everything is just by grace,
Not by how you dress,
Nor what they says,
Thinking of those beautiful days,
Where we buy things less,
Now look at what we are face,
In this lonely race,
Everything now is a mess,
And I wonder how we are going to
Survive in this kinda space..
© Aniedi Victor David
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