August 7, 2012


At times when unsure
There’s always an open door
Or you might think twice
To a thing unadvised
Although or maybe
Gray area don’t see

Risen complexities
Blurred or cannot see
And everything seems to squabble
Those easy and understandable
You feel so helpless
Judging under duress

A hand to pull you through
Battle them all together with you
Even if all have decided
Will stay by you undivided
Be with you whatever happens
Together with ‘till it ends

I’m at your side my friend
Maybe much but laws I will bend
Present through highs and lows
Acting as imaginary shadow
Imperfect but I try hard as can be
Wheelchaired man, a friend yours truly

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