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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