intruder: the smile. 

We find ourselves,

Just as we lost ourself,

Bruised and used,

But with more of knowledge,

We cry our thoughts,

We applaud ourselves, in the dawn of the night,

Our faces are all smudged with colours-same,

Our stories, are all formatted, just to look insane,

We do everything, 

The way we wanted,

Then sit up an night and complain,

No sorrows demanded, but smiles are less demarcated,

and you continue, with you less taken road,

Same miseries, same mysteries,

And we know most where the path takes us,

But we still, our always lamenting, 

And then a smile intrudes in our life.


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