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Paths less taken





Where chaos rules the roost,
and money fuels life,
Men decieve not others
but their own heart.

Here comes the new age,
when society falls to doom,
but ego wins hands down
for those one or two.

Loud words win over,
Sensible talk fails all,
Proving yet again
Success stays not for long.

Amid crazy races in directions many,
searching for the fertile mirage
run one and all, hurting all over
but stopping not till the end.

I walk alone, through lone paths
amid deserted streets and mighty trees,
Reveling in every moment
in the peace and bliss it holds within.
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