I bridged pass the entrance to this world
I see everything around me
I've seen steps taken;
moaning and groaning
cheering and soaring
snubbing and waiting
Each one of them
I took with motives and intentions
either to curse a stone or vine some wine
craze some brains or crave some minds
And as I take more,
the stumbles of those cursed stones
dent into the sweetness of my wine
My mind has been betrothed
to the glitters of confusions
and all of its glory
My interest has peaked so high
That the highway to success
could not reach all of them
Everyday, it feels closer
I keep gasping onto tomorrow
Whiles I am searching for the offspring
of my confused glory
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