The darkest tunnel may
Bring the brightest of light
Sometimes it burns bright
Because, the night before was starry black
The days at times went so cold
That the road that was walked on felt too strange
Trekking alone was the only piece of mind
Some gloves and a jacket, it was
A cup of drugs, some relief from hunger
A taste of self-medicine during
Times, when to be different from oneself
Came back in full circle
Free access to a dire times of tired soul
But lately, to be unique might be the only way to live
And die without grudge.
SIMPLE WORLD 