From a beautiful home and a spacious room,
To a stuffy space and a small suitcase, when did I learn to comply?
From a good meal and ample sleep,
To an unhealthy bite and a sleepless night, when did I slump?
From a cocooned life and no strife
To an unabashed reality and a world of brutality, when did I learn to live?
Now that I think back, have I lost my old self?
The innocence? The calmness?
Can I traverse back to not being on my guard?
Not questioning other’s intention,
When someone mighty helps?
Realize then, as I stand on this one-way path,
There’s no going back, there’s no turning point,
I just have to tread on to see, if to the better I turn or the worse.
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