Why do we have
to define, Define and confine at every turn,
Change and
rearrange the meaning of every term.
Nothing comes
dat neat,
Nothing fits in bowed up pack, never it is dat
sweet.
Life is
unpredictable, unreliable, unbelievable…..
So why do v
try?? Try to solve the puzzle …
When the jumble
is what tells the story,
Mess is what
creates the mystery.
So why kill the
fun,
Y not just run…..
Soar through
the sky …. Glide through the sea….
Don’t need jet
or ship…... u see…
If u live, you
are alive,
If u just
survive, u is dead inside…
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