Grown up now, its a different kind of rough,

worshiping paychecks, life dragged with a scuff,

blinded to the wonders, chasing mirages of the finish line,

Summing up to the daily average as the clock strikes 9,

Waiting to be found, waiting to break free,

from the web of plans promising to set us free,

Someday, surely, definitely, we’ll reach the end,

To live in a single moment, to wander deeply in those eyes,

Million thoughts vanished, left with one,

A single thought, spiraling us to new highs .

-By Ajinkya H Naik

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