The oceans and the sea breeze,
Please give me a fresh breathe,
Save me from myself cos I can’t feel what used to be,
A pain that is within my heart has become a way of life,
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Poetry is written by the heart not by a pen
Poetry is read by the heart not by the eyes
Poetry paints words and makes them not just mere letters,
Poetry is a way of life, it most times gives u a chance to think deep,
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What’s the essence if someday its all gone,
Carrying along your efforts to succeed,
What’s the essence of success,
If the road to it could be longer than the end,
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Sometimes I stare at my image on the mirror,
Wondering if I would still meet the same person I saw,
But here I stand looking at this figure a half encouraged and half discouraged man,
I see a face caressed by fate and slapped by destiny,
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Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
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Me in the subway examining faces.
some smile, some blank,
all lost in their own, everyone with their own stories,
some still hope for the better, some hope for nothing more,
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On this lonely road, is where I stand, I’m tryna figure out where to go,
I could still see the finish line,
But I wld need to swim those rivers
& climb those mountain
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it has turn men into the devil,
growing from mere paper to another level,
they say its the root of evil,
it has eyes and claws lyk an eagle,
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Ashes to ashes dust 2 dust,
Ur life is a thing u cant trust,
Living my life isn’t a price or a cost,
Meaning making it in life isn’t a must,
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I wake up at quiet tyms in da middle of da nyt,
And I got this feeling when I look up at the ceiling and I ask my self am I living my life right,
Or is ma future bright,
I heard life seems 2 u exactly by the decisions u choose,
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