lively
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Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...
Went to friends and colleagues,
they said get rich; enjoy luxury,
pleasure is the mean of bliss...
Not really!!
The apple rots when it very well pleases
The seed just does what it’s told
It grows and grows, the ground picks up the pieces
Of the apple tree’s selfish mold.
There’s no free will for the sapling
When I walk with the moonlight,
Not underneath but beside it,
It whispers to me 'do not lose heart,
And then I go out and try it.
When I swim with the clouds,
Gliding through the fluffy air,
There was a girl, graceful and free
She looked in the mirror just to see
If her hair was not in a big mess
To see if she looked rather stressed
To make sure her makeup was intact