the past guarded by trust：
beliefs might crumble fast,
emotions lost in petty wars.
Who shall rise beyond ego
to clear the old white dust?
The horizon seemed near.
I hurried but the sunrise was far!
Illusive, like a mirage it stayed.
The closer I moved, the farther it went!
I lost handful of my life's faith
beyond stupidity of chasing old fame!
How do you measure passion?
No, not love...I mean... passion!
Quantify your compromises,
your lust for all worth... worthless?
Or spend your sleep
in the arms of your dreams... dreams
waiting to get stripped
by the society that gifted you these?
Your destination isn't your destiny.
You are bonded by the evil weak.
Walk beyond your confusions
into the strengths of your soul
as you had run into the horizon
to catch the elusive sunrise old.
You are not to be enslaved
by what must command you not.
You must rise beyond your grave
into goodness the world has not got!
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