Times feels like its running with three legs
But I have no place to go for
I am just drifting as it sways me
I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay
When an open spirit is binded with laws
The fogs and mists are on the way
Then I feel dumb to keep on moving
The waves carry me, tosses and keeps dancing

I feel like I am sinking in air
To pave my own path my ways
Despite the effort I am stuck in circles
The cycle of motivation and efforts always bouncing
Until, Alas I feel time is still running
And remember I have no place to go
I am just drifting as it sways me
I don’t have a fixed destiny to stay
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