The inclination that I feel
Is twisted just one way
I can never resist the pull
And I feel the need for more
The more I try to put it as
Black or White
The more I am convinced
About it being a grey area
Should I let the shades,
Take their due course
And get to where they belong
Or should I decide about it
There has been no end
To these whirlwind of thoughts
I seep through the roads
Is twisted just one way
I can never resist the pull
And I feel the need for more
The more I try to put it as
Black or White
The more I am convinced
About it being a grey area
Should I let the shades,
Take their due course
And get to where they belong
Or should I decide about it
There has been no end
To these whirlwind of thoughts
I seep through the roads
In a hope for convergence
When I find my way as a wanderer
It would still mean
The journey continues
When I find my way as a wanderer
It would still mean
The journey continues
To lead me to the destination
Where I belong
Where I belong
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Uncertainty can lead to possibilities but with twisted ends.. :) One of those situations when I couldn't take a stand.
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