Another day. Another life.
Another minute passed me bye.
Another lie. Another problem.
I have no right to say goodbye
And sleeping is becoming hobby.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The lie is not disappointing. It’s the role truth plays.
The one-day butterfly, born in an autumn sorrow,
You’ll think always
That leaves just die, and never grow.
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