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Everything has their tags,
"How much?", they'd ask again & again
Round n' round the world spins,
We're spinning together in this merry go round too.
"All for the green", one muttered in authority.
Set your hearts and dignity aside,
As we all go and do everything for the green.
We breathe for free, but other things have their tags.
"Why?" The young wondered, innocently.
Why do we give tags on things,
Marking their worths based on our judgements & standards?
Funny, us, just mere human beings.
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The Unsung Lyrics From My Head
PoetryA compilation of broken poems, random lines of words, sleepless nights thoughts, and shower thoughts as form of expressions because I have difficulties in comunicating or expressing myself in real life.
