The life full of monotonous emotions,
The dreams full of magic & potions,
The day full of bright sun light,
The night of endless stars at height
The times of rapid seedling growth,
The impressions of life & death both,
The nurturing of the young ones,
The love within one's heart runs
The cycle of falling & rising,
The weight of responsibilities rising,
The time spent to clear all doubts,
And search around for success' whereabouts
All the activities must end in vain,
If you can't maintain to show you're sane,
To the world full of mindless goons,
Lead by people born with silver spoons
So one acts sane, if act is what its called,
Connects all his emotions still stalled,
And the man embarks on his journey sans wrath,
And puts together the sane man's path
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