I am staring at the mirror,
thinking about the time I have wasted,
I wish I am such savior,
Instead I am just the man whose life slowly aged.
Its not easy to survive,
In the eyes of God we are all the same,
even sometime I wonder about myself,
If ever I am the one to be blame.
Where is the road that leads to happiness?
At this point I am lost,
So many crossroads and path to choose from this mess,
It makes me afraid and I only wish you were to witness.
Dry leaves falls to the ground,
New leaves will soon grow,
If ever you lost whatever you found,
you can always go back to where your problem began to flow.
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