I set a foot on winding road
Long and round and unknown
At first step I thought, I guess
I would cross the road without a mess
Now I am caught in a web
Not sure if I am going around or ahead
But I am marching up forward
Not to be the part of the herd
I don’t care if I am unheard
I don’t care if I am round in a circle
Atleast I have done my best
Atleast I am better than the rest.
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