Easy it is
Easier it was
To wrap them up
To fly
Yet be grounded.
For they were
An assumption
An aspiration
But here i stand
With a difference
A twist – a reality.
Lyrics that once
Sounded just words
Living them today
Here I stand
Not alone
But empty handed.
Falling short of words
Letters – lyrics
To string and sing
Here I stand
The ‘happily‘ fucked poet.
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