My heart was fed up of being real,
it decided to venture the field considered surreal.
The world tried to convince him,
“Dear, the chance of success is dim.”
But heart was determined,
He knew, a pact with destiny had been signed.
He joined the foray called “Prove yourself to you”.
In the beginning, he had no clue,
What should be the destination and how to pave the way?
Nothing inside him had anything to say,
Head had managed to get his soul asleep,
it was the aftermath of his past reap.
Nothing comes free, everything has a cost,
But when the cretin paid the priceless just to get lost.
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