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Clouded Thoughts

Walking down the road called life
In between, probably a strife
One thought lingers in my head
Even though the most beautiful sky is red
Even children identify it with blue
Why? Even they don't have a clue
Probably blue appeals as it is calm
Red cannot act as that balm
Or is red too bright to face
Hence blue makes the case?
With clouded reasons I stretch it a little far
Now it is me and the empty bar
What is it that will define me?
Is it what best I want to be
Or is it how others see
Does the movement matter more
Or stability has an independent score
Is it about the song that you sing
Or about the other important thing
Answers still clouded, I walk an extra mile
Should I copy or make my own style
I still don't know, but life goes on
One day I will die, one day I was born

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