What could have possibly wrong
if i turn this page around?

What could have possibly gone,
if i’m not doing what i’ve done?

Looking outside the window without any hope,
trying to enjoy this happiness ’till last drop,
searching way up, walking like stray dogs,
making it possible to have some slice of odds.

Writing poetry, making song,
singing melody, playing tune.

Will believe or will i not believe?
That’s the question i have to relieve.

And for sentence : to be or not to be,
that’s Hamlet’s advices to me.

Could i still be humble?
When everything goes up, and my soul begin to crumble?

Don’t worry,
i’ll just walking in
silence.

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by Littlenutcracker

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Photo by Nikita Ermilov on Unsplash