October 7, 2017 [10:29 PM]
Failure they say, then they call it pain
Success they say, then they call it happiness
Complicated they say, then they call it a mess
Love they say, then they called it brain
If you want me to throw a punch and expect a wind to actually stop my attempt
I'll make sure to throw my rant and expect those uncertain days for rent
Because when you don't understand the world, they won't run after you for explanation
They wont surrender and stop for just a particular sealed oppression
Sailing in an ocean of possibilities, failure is inevitable.
Im glad they were courageous to grab random opportunities
Success doesnt define the end of life diss
Im glad I didnt take my happiness accountable for this variable
Complicated plots makes me run into different turn of my carts wheel
Its not a mess if I learned from the visual of this so called bill
Love grab me ahead of those dark and empty corridor
Now don't judge me when I took time and spent this loneliness at its core.
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