Different Paths


I am the four walls and you are the open field

Choke on my staleness while you are the intense summer breeze

You carve the path, I try to follow the lead

And yet I lose the way, at every turn that we meet.

You go on to touch the horizon but I am a dead end

There is rain your side, I have the barren lands

I am the withered lily and you are the blooming rose

Different paths and yet parallel we go!

 

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