Life With Thousands of Hope
Coming up in this world, everything was new
Of which I did wonder, but answers were few
Many a man in their pursuit of goals to confess
Hardly a man of the heart does humanity possess.
Nor did companion ever guide to proceed forth
Yet believing in self woefully landed on the road
With thousands of expectations, I came all alone
But losing my life's purpose wish I was never born.
Everywhere around seems unfriendly to the sight
Feathers of hope didn't fly even during the daylight
Some say we need true time to turn on the switches
So I'll wait for that perfect time, though I make glitches.
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