Why is it that I loose hope,
even when I have strength to keep going?
Why is it that life's a steep slope,
that should be conquered through one's growing?
Why is it that time can never wait,
for one to reach destiny's gate.?
Why is it that the world created hate,
when the world has already had enough of fate
Nor can it see its own physical state,
What is it that made who we are,
perhaps this answers may be far,
One thing for sure,humanity is a movie star,
And the world is the only big stage,
Where humanity can have a role for longer,
It is undoubtful but so it is strange,
how the world is still at time getting older.



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