On a blink of an eye,
drowning in a sea
with a drink on my hand.
Without saying goodbye,
i left home, i flew and flee.
Unfounded, like a grain in a sand.
On my dieing faith,
may be eventually,
i could figure it out.
Am the dieing laith,
individually,
am just a cat whose been thrown out.
Breath, man breath,
may be their will never be tomorrow,
but end up dieing today.
Underneath,
their is sadness and sorrow,
that can never be wiped off in any way.
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