Between destiny and destination
The thoughts swayed in dismay
Like the snow from the shoulders
Shrugged away
They stand still
For some wind to guide them
Like it guides the rain
Hoping to reach a place
Steady and peaceful
Where the hustle is mocked upon
And where the stories of their miserable life
Will never be looked upon
That’s all they want
For they stand still
Like the tree which grows to fade in autumn
And the river born to loose it’s existence to the ocean
They close their eyes to hide from the light
And hope that no one would see they gave up on the fight
For those who give up
Tell no tales of victory
They look for a life
To hide away their misery
For not all are born
To conquer the world
Some stay in the audience
And just applause
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