In an adventure, I lost my way.
I was in culture of sorrow and gay,
Walking alone, my path seemed tough!
Like a hill cone, sharp and rough!
I had to travel all on my own,
Complication in path had now grown!
My path took a turn,
After facing this burn,
A small quick ray,
Came on my way,
Took me through the reality
which really was a
pity!
Now I feel that what I felt,
Too easy was it to be dealt.
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