For a searing moment of life, it felt almost surreal.
Mystical as the untold future, mysterious as the ghosts in the nights.
For who I am and who I shall be, tell my sisters, I have grown a lot.

Much obliged at the world, I count the pebbles that led me to the brightness of life,
Severed and broken I may be, I still smiled at the little blessings and bore with the fluctuations.
For when I'm to be deceased and lain on the sunken mud, I would no longer be remembered.
And new generation begins.

Walk through, walk when you're down.
Get back up and fall back down.
It may be brutalising but it all worth the pain.
Hope may be an illusion, all gliterry and gold.
Wake up, for you can lose it all.

The nights are younger and days are longer, time never changes.
For what you can do today, never can come the same day tomorrow.
Wishful thinking can be your charm but it could also be the cause of your downfall.
Wake up and get back on the trail.


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