With a beer on the other
Following as to what my mind could hold
Standing alone in the fight so cold
Trying to find a way, before I get too old
Tackling the big dreams that I can hold
Unknown of what could happen at the very most,
With the tears that flow but still being bold
Where the dreams haunt like a real ghost,
Where predictions cannot be made in the dawn, For what is comming is better than what's gone,
For thought howling in my head, telling me to take a step.
TikTok, TikTok reminds me of the game I owe, Will there really be a light at the end, where I can bow?
Bikash nirola
