The Wanderers

Not much plane-petrol left
No one knows the password yet
Nor how far to the doorstep

The dark dies in multicolored lights
The start blinds in ugly blurrer lives

Nobody knows where's the earliest flight from
But all keeps climbing on where they want to be upon

How long can they handle their undone life?
How much can they sacrifice for their unborn choice?
Do they drive life with their choice for the rights?
Are there any modern airport on the other side?

Between the deep hell and the high heaven
They,the living beings flight with no reason

Bolt up on roundabout and enjoy the sky
No other ways out and die with the smile

A'karikz Yannaing

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