I was talking to a friend who I'd completely lost touch with today. And I happened to chance upon a poem, that had faded in my memory, and probably his own, composed by the friend in question.
I always believed in karma.
I still do.
And I am starting to think the other half of my half-filled glass is empty too.Or have I always been a cynic?
With the thin line between right and wrong, yes and no, sanity and insanity, am I walking straight anymore?
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