Would you build your home at the very same place again?
And when two paths reconcile, do we change our steps and walk away.
Or let the sun-kiss her this time? A hope or an illusion.
Fear of losing self and getting hurt doesn't stop us ever.
From jumping off the cliff, into the unknown waters.
We dare not wander to find ourselves in the other soul.
The roads or hearts, what wanders more? Hope or an illusion.
Falling from the skies, giving life's control to what we can't see.
The invisible string of parachute behind our back, or maybe not.
Ground's slipping from beneath the feet, foolishness or a leap of faith.
Till the last jump, it's all tears, sweat and toil? Hope or an illusion.
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