Thought filled

Pensive mind
Pick up this pen of mine
Scribble some electric lines
With recurring rhymes
About this deadly time
To be living a life
Without being alive
And be blind to the crime
But rather full enticed
Elude the surprise
Till the hour you find
That this world is a mine
And you’ve been sleeping outside
You didn’t bother to hide
Or even perturbed by the hive
Till the day that you die
And your potential expires…

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