Running after the lazy withdrawing shadows
Without hasting to look back
In the vanities of the nature
Somehow, under desperate eagerness, we manage to move on!
Then under the glaring and shameless moonlights and the twinkles
It runs again, from here to there and back
As if there is no turning back
It moves in the majestic peace
Somehow, under the desperate eagerness, we manage to move on!
Then, it comes to me and I quickly accept it
Hoping for the best in the time it exists in my arms
It wimps, breaths, sighs, cries in my arms
But I soothe it with a smile
Somehow, under the desperate eagerness, I manage to move on!
One morning I humbled myself thinking of the eternal
Like a young person on a journey of conquering
I made up my mind, to open my heart
And allow it inside mine, sewn against and inside mine
Somehow, under desperate eagerness, I manage to move on!
Right now, I digress
Because of my insensitivity and supporting those who fights us
Not wanting to take sides, with them
And they put me asunder
Somehow, under desperate eagerness, I manage to move on!
I try searching for myself
In the vanity of wallowing hatred,
And fail to locate my heart, soul and mind
That I hide under the wallowing noise
Somehow, under desperate eagerness, I manage to move on!
I live here, without a voice
Feeling deeply etched in guilt
In a resounding novelty of catastrophic cacophony
And still, still
I manage to survive under the desperate eagerness!
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