A static journey
sheer purpose mutters
no words by me
looking on for passengers
the train of life rides
with an engine fuming away
and not a mile of ride ripe
but still the siren keeps blowing
in those bits of hope
preparing for a journey
that never started
or will never end
those flashlights still glow
the same paths by the edges
assumed by none
and presumed by The One
so whats the cost
that pulls by the chain
stopping a static wheel
in an innovation to reveal
dont u feel suffocated
by the closed windows of heart
living by the fans of fakeness..
coz the glass which separates u
is the same that made u a hart..
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