A Journey through the rugged sea,Wound and Hurts by striking rocks,
What is that wrong with the travel?
The way I am? My skill to drive ?
Struck up to think, when its calm,
Washed away when its rough
What drives me? Where is that I go?
The game seems to be stupid!
Likes and dislikes are the driver,
What do I see and expose decides,
The fate is all in my hands,
Let my breath speak his gratitude.
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