The Reason Of Existence Is Itself Misplaced.
Strolled the romanticismthe wilderness we sauntered
never had I thought
I could shatter u that real
or was it just u left for your own
daydreaming I walk the lanes
not a tear now trickle down
how could have I not loved you
when just the beam gave a million reasons
it’s hard to comprehend
the reason of existence is itself misplaced
street dust to the juvenile
my subdued track, the wheezing zephyr
hide and seek, the ice-cream parlor
random men by the wayside
dusky nights, couch in the lounge
headset, the college parchments
that little infant ;epitome of heaven
strike the poignant smile
void seems every instance lived
true the reason of existence is itself misplaced
If only you could consent to listen
was it a bond so inconsiderate
could you look beyond the make-up
disgust to doubt that it was all false
it’s hard to call on, harder to quench the flames
moments you gave, the recollection relished
frequent may be came through
not any could measure the real me
absolute, the reason of existence is itself misplaced.
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