With morning tea
And sweet breeze
Days and nights of crease
giggled laughter
Moments busted with one liners
That were the days
Of swings and parks
Now i stand in
Alone in train
Running both in
And out of my
Cerebral hemisphere
Reminding me for
Next big station
Normally called
REAL LIFE
With morning tea
And data sheets
With house keys
And toast in hand
With a band
Of responsibility
And tention
Im in new world
Called REAL LIFE
With forgotten friendships
With benefits
With acquaintances
With roller coaster
I choose to breathe
For single moment
With creased smile
I begin
My life in REAL LIFE
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