From stories of old, it's told:
that warmth of greatness watches, protects,
gleams its bright-eyed smile all over us;
Assuring, re-assuring, it is.
Through these comforts, you walk with peace;
I'll take my own trail, thanks.
Tainted ideas only brought unrest,
a tortured question to the solution;
A drug called happiness, though tough to find,
needn't anything but an image in the mind.
No stop sign on this road,
just a bumpy path I chose not to avoid;
Now I soar towards the Placebo of Oz,
on a horse of another kind.
So what do you say?
Take my hand and go away from I.
<3 Dil.
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