Amidst the torpedoes of
booby traps
Gone awry
Plunged into the chaos
And of roads with no return
That leads to nowhere
Pestered across
The labyrinth of your ego
Adrift from the purpose
Of your background
Sunny times
Later in coming
If any projection
And you scream at your neighbors
As your greatest fiends
Not minding the repercussions
On your mindset and human dignity
Those die in the sojourn
Of lifelong dreams
Leaning on nothing
As nihilists
Are like you
Retrace your steps
Do not die
Like them
As they re wont to
To go to your graveyard
Without fulfilment
Now is the time
To retreat and retreat
To retrieve and recover
Initial purpose
You don't quit a storm
You succeed the storm
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