Middle of nowhere

Middle of nowhere

I am alone sometimes in the midst of a busy street
Sometimes sitting alone under a tree
I think about things
And perspectives, people and feelings
Emotions and how they control our lives
Lives which we live
We live but do we really love living like this?
Are we true to ourselves?
Are we really what we really think we are?
Or is just another illusion of our mind?

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Mrinal Mohan

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