Just some thoughts passing by the realities of life:
Some people are lucky,
Born talented,
Always appreciated and
Romancing the world.
Some more are lucky,
To appreciate the talented,
To applaud and enjoy anything
That comes their way.
Luckier still are those,
Who feel they are a dried up lake
And keep looking for some purpose,
The search is an enigma beautiful.
Luckiest are those,
Who know not, and neither care
For talents and glory to them are
Just anonymous strangers in their way of life.
Then there are the rarities,
Whom lady luck decides to embrace,
And they travel in the wave of good fortune
A ride all smooth and calm.
It’s so true, the grass
Or whatever it is,
Always keeps alluring the souls inside,
To the elusive other side.
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