Dark
Every time on festive seasons
The rushing of the blind bats
Crowding stations jamming the roads
It's the season of the memories
Back in the villages and towns
Leaving the comfort of familiar rounds
Onto the lights of job opportunities
Living the cities to build up nests
Then the urge to go home
The foundation of memories
Every time on festive seasons
People rushing remembering the reasons
The minds can't think
The happy thoughts flow
What they see on the roads
The cows, goats, chickens and ducks
The drivers just speed along
The death signs showing every where
The eyes see the mind can't think
The rushing of the blind bats
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