The Messed Side of Tiny Error

Every vain of desires happen

In the language of imagination, for a while of years

Soul has attained the greatest of all

As it’s giving birth to unspoken languages.

The greatness of all legacies is perspective.

Despite it has an infinite loop for confusion

End up having vulnerable pieces of oneself.

Though, Condescending of thoughts one over other

Give a vain smile on my face.

A tiny error portraits as a thief of joy by comparing, 

Pendulum of my mind goes between two

Contradicting personalities

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of mine.

My mind directs varying films so I hide 

The key to perspectives to land on the present.

I live upside-down life so I regret first 

Forgetting I am down from future.

I console every portrait of mine by imagine

 Catching the rhythm of time for getting preserved to have a break in between

At last I and my thoughtsInterpreting the life about to taste death.

Despite the wonders of being a messed thing, as a tiny error on this universe,

Unknowingly we gathering people for Our funeral.