That man on the street,
He was one with a demolished past,
lost his way, one day.
He looked for the light,
Even though it wasn’t as bright,
As before his past became a strain.
No matter which side he chose,
the bleakness just glowed,
and he kept walking towards the light.
Until one day
He retraced his steps and walked right back into the dark.
ANOTHER PLACE TO CALL HOME
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