Driven by constant hope We live each moment of our life We are taught to dig out the scope And never to let ourselves down with strife. We believe it going to get better We feel that fate can nvr be that cruel But then at the end of the day?s clutter We realise it was nothing but a cold, messy gruel Like the generations before us We were deceived It was like a bus we never caught Something denied after an ever-lasting wait When u turn to the last page of likfe You realise there was nothing miraculous in there It was a long drama of misery With intermissions of happiness? -a dejected soul pls pen down ur comments guys

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