I have lost myself on few roads
Hoping the one I am on is the precise one
There was a moment in time
where the entire world was left behind.
I lost something in this race on a wrong road.
Love is made of wonderful, little places,
where you can find the meaning of life.
Even if you try to live and dream without it
The heart will find its way.
Like a raft drifting on the river
You dont know where the stream will take you
Love might be a commonplace
But without it- this journey looses sense.
Because love is being stupid together.
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