i think it is in the line of the feeling of freedom accompanied by a couple of malt beer,
and walking alone down town, hoping to catch a glimpse of everything that matters.
i miss racing the wind and hearing my own breath going strong in the midst of the cluttered.
the feeling of independence with that one second of serenity.
how dirt and dust collide to create such a wonder.
how trampled souls testify its power in the feat of a defeat.
and how i could defy time just by the mere fact that everything,
has not been carved out they way i wanted.
and walking alone down town, hoping to catch a glimpse of everything that matters.
i miss racing the wind and hearing my own breath going strong in the midst of the cluttered.
the feeling of independence with that one second of serenity.
how dirt and dust collide to create such a wonder.
how trampled souls testify its power in the feat of a defeat.
and how i could defy time just by the mere fact that everything,
has not been carved out they way i wanted.
oh, troubled souls. we will stand up once again.
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