The Pied Piper began his song

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The Pied Piper began his song…
And the ears of all rats in Hamelin stood up.
For no rat had ever heard a song so sweet,
No rat had felt bliss so real

They all were lost in their own decadence
Of eating, drinking and all pleasures oral…
Became a part of the generation lost,
Inactive, not by force, but by their own volition

But when the tunes of the Pied Piper filled their ears,
It was as if a curtain came down
And suddenly they were actors on a stage
Albeit without any audience to see it all

And I danced in merriment, with joy of freedom,
My senses soaked in this new rush of adrenaline.
I cared not for the lures of the world,
The music, the dreams became my only wont

We ran down the streets of Hamelin,
Drunk in our revelry.
We cared neither for the greatest cheese, or the sweetest water
We cared not for the worlds treats

Yet now we have reached a turning point,
Coz now I can see the great divide.
The music of Pied Piper is less audible now,
And more obvious is the smile of my comrades

As they disappear one after the other,
Falling into the great chasm
I am now regaining consciousness back
Is that regret or just the next step?

I know not what will happen now,
But I know that is inevitable so…
Thoughts macabre make me feel the smiles will go
But will the destination reveal, before the journey is known?

So jump I should, and I would and I shall…
For seeking conclusion is foolish goal,
If not today, then tomorrow we will reach
But what remains forever is Pied Pipers bleat. 

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