In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after the days were gone
There is nothing to achieve,nothing to loose,
Just a deep breathe and a long path to cross
The pages of my story is nothing but a dream,
With respect to the world, how it scream.
Open window and a clear sky,
Can hide all of the lies.
Doors should always remain open through which days can leave,
But,in the meantime,dont forget to live.