In the midst of crowd

Of people walking fast, talking fast, eating fast, writing fast, thinking fast, deciding fast

This soul is dying to grasp the time

Holding it dear so it won’t goes fast


Laughed by the betrayed freedom

Anchored to a void

This soul is freezed

Searching for a warmth of smiles

But all felt cold


Further I run,

I hear louder scream

I fight stronger pull

Of dream I thought so dull


Yet something over there

Uncertain, unimagined

Yelling to hold on

As the timing will never miss

This is all designed, by the Most Knowledgable, the Most Merciful

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