All day everyday,
I keep on swaying from here to there,
Just keep walking disultorily,
On a constant lookout for excitement and muse,
On a constant lookout for excitement and
muse,
I keep knocking on these unknown doors,
Keep walking on these un discovered roads,
Oh but there is no joy,
Just a force of habit an indiscretion
As,
All day everyday
I keep on swayinging from here to there.
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THE VERSE RESERVOIR
PoetryA collection of poems based on the experiences and thoughts of a human while walking the long and hard road of life. A reflection of the good times, sad times, hard times, the disappointments and the accomplishments.