Till the day my journey start,
I never aim for the gold,
But I try to pass through the tracks,
So I wouldn't get lost,
Till I found my shelter,
Gold were my dreams at night,
Twisted and lost on my way,
But I started to get through it,
Till the treasure were found,
Even though not all were mine,
I tried to keep up,
So I won't lost the treasure more,
Till I realised the others were at the peak,
I still slowly climbing,
Cause treasure were too much,
But that was years ago,
Till I see clearly,
Gold are important after all,
Rest won't be my terms,
While work is my anthen.
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Poetrywords from a quiet guy to share with the world. not a professional writer, just some late night thoughts.
