Behind the railway my way lies
Into the deepest fog.
There is no doubt in my eyes,
I'm running like a dog
To something new. I fly alone,
As usual, you know.
But why do feel like I am clone,
Who's dying very slow
On path to happiness of mine
Because of losing sense,
Emotions, feelings, endless shine
Of hopes and dreams? A fence
Of fear is disappeared. Oh God,
I'm free, but price was high.
Now all society thinks I'm odd,
It's deaf to hear my cry.
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