THE OTHER SIDE?
But what is it about this wanderer
He just breezes in and out again
As if captivated by Motion
Being collared in its trance
The world is shrinking
And mounts losing their snouts
But we can’t see
Only feel, all year round
Going beyond?
Has this side lost its charms?
With pilgrims in ant formations,
Can the other side be more than a mound!
Innocence lost by grime & toil
The heady days will never shine
Travel far or travel wide
Every single dream is soiled.
Random Dai
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