The fair of life


It feels like I am standing in a fair
With crowds hustling, jingling,laughing away,
And I am just pacing around
Marking every street with my wound,
Looking at every single face
To find one looking like a mirror image.

I am smilling like i am full of fire,
Jumping around as if it was my desire,
And I am trying to enjoy every toy,
So that i can play like a little boy.
Sometimes I counted the steps I had walk,
And seriously wondered how I did that job.

Then I found an amazing fact,
That I was not bound alone in this pact,
Everyone is trying to act,
I found that there is a lot of pain,
And everyone is like a beggar in rain.

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