Sometimes it is hazy
Sometimes it is dark
Sometimes it is dusky
Sometimes as clear as spark.
I am low when its hazy
Sad when its dark
Moody when its dusky
And active when there is a spark
Clear yet confused
Darkened with hope
Hanging with desires
No rope to support
I move along with my drunken destiny
Hallucinated and high
I live with my drunken destiny
In illusion I sigh.(Sagarmani)
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