Who Knows
Who knows what’s going to be of me
Poor soul struggling for the love he was searching for
In all of his life searching for the right answer
While the laments of his heart were blocking the true emotions,
Wrong dictations on the many directions
Found him different emotions.
Now, all of the sudden, when he really found his treasure
He cannot touch it! He cannot even smell it!
Acting like a fool in the smear reality that this life offers
He cannot resist the fact that he would do anything for her.
Anything, how foolish of him! One day going to be regretting
His many decisions taken not in his favor?
Who knows what’s going to be of him
For now enjoying the ever ending dream in his mind
Hoping that one-day all of it will be true!
But what can he do?
Nothing! just let things go and he will know
If the treasure he thought he found was the real love.
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