Cuz why not? #10

Life is a form of maze

Not everything we get what we chase

But we gotta make the most out of all the days

Misery is just a phase

If we give an ear to wise’s phrase

And keep an eagle’s gaze

Everyone gives out rays

But not all need to be absorbed in different ways

Some live for craze and some for Sundays

Real is rare nowadays

I remember saying “oh them good old days”

The days which deserve praise

When I was less worried about sky’s greys

Togetherness over selfishness still weighs

Now I lay down on the pathways

Where I see moon delays

But the sun obeys

And I wish to collect the rays in ashtrays

Some rays will turn into ashes anyways

But these ashes will make us proud after the blaze.


-M

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