Feel the field of childhood memories
Tour the world by creeping
Neglecting the clatter life based fro ignorance
As the days and nights go on, as you take the cruel path
Sinister confession in life expands continuously like noxious
Tumult that mar your innocent wind
Don’t force yourself to think about the morbid things
It will just turn you in vain
Inure your body soul to defeat the noxious confusion
Opine that you are just testing charade
For the progress that you aim
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