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A Choices, Indeed...

What's the point of illusion
When you just thinking too much
Try to create sort of imagination
You searched on every corner of your mind
Thinking about thing to cure your it.

Sitting like a duck
Watching those falling snow come
To remind your memories fall back
While you didn't realized yourself.

Imagination is an abstract
and memories is a construct
Its will ruin yourself
While you didn't hold on
As the storm come, how you well prepared.

Night is a dark, blinding your sight
If you've none guide as a light
Everybody has a choices, indeed
But what most important is you do it yourself.

Stop hoping with someone is good one
Put your trust laid on your heart
While your mind keep it works
The world now doesn't seem like your sweet imagination flowed
Its beyond more worst while you didn't realized
That the rainbow color changed
By the time you see.

We can walk alone at night savely
But its only appeared in a dream
The better world run out time
Soon gone, dissapeared slow by.

The only things you must prepared now
Believe in yourself, hang it there.

A Poetry
A Choices, Indeed!
By,
@seifanlj