We live in the same country; in the same city.
We know each other; not that well but at least the names.
We live our lives in the same old rhythm and melody.
We have achieved so much yet so less.
We are the reckless; and the daydreamers.
But most of all; we are the chapters of the same story,waiting to be told.
We are the pieces of the same puzzle,waiting to be fixed in their rightful positions.
