A wayward journey,
off course perhaps,
to an unknown destination,
beyond chaos and confusion,
like a pristine water flowing through stream,
to a destination unknown,
hoping for a paradise never seen,
with a hope of better tomorrow,
a vicious circle,
followed by many,
betrayed often at times,
taken to a land of the damned,
but then beauty of life stays,
in the journey you collect memories,
destination not cared ,
for not matter they are
In the wayward journey
I follow the shadow behind.
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