The last day of my life,
I still have no clue,
I came, we lived and here I go,
There was always a desire,
In my heart like those millions,
All this while I was searching,
Something that I didn’t know,
A sorcerer’s stone of happiness,
In morose state I lived through,
Every minute and second with the hope,
That one day I will find the truth,
Today I stand here,
Looking around,
All those days have passed by,
What do I have that makes me happy?
A dream never attained,
A path that made no sense,
A life that never found the truth,
I have lived through,
Do I smile to have lived through?
Or remorse the agony in the heart
The last day of my life,
I still have no clue,
I came, we lived and here I go….
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