The Escapist

The escapist wonders in the land of mountains

Sheds a few memories and make bridges with the updates

Treks over the rocks, struggles and exhausts

Slips over, gets breathless and feels lost

Its soul floats on the river surface

and every truth reappears from the vase

Gorging like a baby for the warmth it prays

Astounded by the fall it disappears in search of new ways

The escapist wonders in the land of the mountains

To be someone new it replaces the memories with the updates..

 

 

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