A world of riddled paths.
Which way should I turn?
Left or Right?, North or South?
Different colours, different people
Different flavours, different evil.
Like all the fundamentals of life had merged
Which way should I turn?
Crying out, I must say
As good a people as they
With intertwined lives and confusing ways
Yet every destination is different
Where is home?
What is laughter?
The sound of the bristles are getting louder
So the end is near, but I will not fear
Here and there, everywhere
I see the colours splattered,
Did I make a mistake?
Confused latitudes
My life on a paper
Scattered
A poem by Jovina and Ariba
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