WRAPPED WITH

Sometimes, we’re wrapped with
Melody and melancholy at the same time!
Gazing outside the window,
I wished to stand still
And live with nobody but me, my inner self
Listen to no one but to my conscience
Look at no one but at my older self
Sometimes, we’re wrapped with
Conviction and commotion at the same time,
Bliss and betrayal at the same time!

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