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WHERE ARE WE? At a time so hard, On a way to board, With space all ready to sore, With all knowledge to roar, And wish to live no more. Where are we? In a heaven or hell, Situation gone out of control, And no emergency bell, Where are we? In air or in rail, Long tracks are thee, But no station to see, Where are we? All ends and nothing prevails, Don’t even know how to sail, In life and after death, Always just showcased to grow, But never actually hath, Where are we? Rapidly changing society, Its belief and its stands, No place for a man with wand, Where are we? Where everybody ran, Just to save their lives from flood and rain, But nobody knows we can swim, I Now, Understand, Where are we? In heaven or in hell In a place inside complete shell, Brave or not, A shell ready to expand or contract in a ball, Still divided by wall, Where are we? Thee try to kill We try to fill, At the end result is nil. Still,...

On the way To end. Came few day, Which had the chance to decide, What might or what may? Among them was the great day. We say all our life is a game, And keep on to play. But they say, All your life is like a ray, Never ends nor gets grey, No matter what you see, It depends, Wether there is a ray, Your life on its way. Or wether it is grey, You on a wrong way. But on the great day, There's no chance To relay, Take from one give to another... Only prepare, For your race, And your chance to say. What you want to at the end of the great day, From the top of the world where resides, A way. Away from the great day. Towards the heaven. You may.