Left behind in the race of life
In the frentic pace, I have forgotten to live
I think of all the times I have erred
At the waste of it all, I grieve
At times I look back with regret
Wishing all this was just a bad dream
I regret the death my innocence and naivete
I let out a stifled silent scream
2 comments:
Usually those who are ahead in the race complain that they have lost their innocence & naivety, forgotten to live, etc. You have lost them and left behind in the race too? :o Why so?
What if all that matters in the end is that Naivete and that Innocence 3Vkram Garu? :)
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