There are no straight answers
No clues that pop out
But there are loyal friends who stand by
Strangers who touch your heart
There are never easy choices
But then what is a choice, that is so easy to make?
Within you are those voices
That show you the real from the fake
The magic lies within you
Or maybe it does not
But that is because you do not define magic
Or else we all are magicians
There is pain, immense pain
It seems all in vain
But deep within you know this is worth it
Anyways you are not the one to simply sit
Even as the winners in the game celebrate
You know it is short-lived
You have learnt the bigger lesson
All that matters is that you keep learning
And in the end, you will realise
This is not a game after all
It is just a painting,
Colours of which are myriad
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A very good analysis of life, I must say...Subtle Optimism, I'll call it. :D
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