It can't get more restless than this
Not the never ending travel
Not the ever bothering hunger
Not the clear and unclear questions
Not the fear and troubling times
Not the challenges of my mind
Not the indulgence of my kind
Not the memories that always haunt me
Not the favourites that always can't be
Not the possibility that arrives
Not the audacity that derives
Not the pen in my hand
Not the gun to my head
It's those moments that I'm away from you!
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