The Path..

The monotony transports as dawn turns to dusk, 
Clock ticks, and you don't know, lives change 
We exchanged glances, and something else
Which was yours became mine 
and you became the owner of what I had 
You made me poor by plenty 
Yet I had your thing which made me rich 

 With the bag full of weightlessness 
I wander over the green lands, the cold sands 
Under the star lit night, All I have to is fight 
Its today and so, time and tide 
And yet I am unaware 
The monotony is busy; 
Mortals get lost, mired in one other 
Only to find themselves resting in a grave 
Like at the end of a tiring day.

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