Prison Of The Heart

Prison of heart

‘Had it been I am him’
Thoughts of an identity
Forceful struggle to fit in
Golden wishes of Midas touch
Sets you still in a self-oblivion
Bottling the mighty in the darkness
Even in the blessed broad daylight
That Shines stronger to the admiration of the blind

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