In the portrait of dreams
Where i roam with no one,
But lonliness,
And a melancholic thought
Runs through the mind.
The chase is still on...
While the time moves on
And my life’s clocking out.
Treason is what i fear
A fear which has no meaning
Integrity is what i have
A thing with no use...
What should I do
When aim is high
Strength is less
Desire is there
But time is less
This is something which I wrote back in May-06.
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