Unstrung

Riding the sunny waves of the breezy sea,

Fighting the funny warnings of a banshee.

I’m running away from all my past,

Living hollow moments that wouldn’t last.

Let me embrace the joy of being young,

Let me feel the tears of getting unstrung.

Happiness isn’t something that can be bought,

Its free for the lame, the retards and for the hotshots.

– Muzaffar Ahmed

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