What we have all been chasing,
Is nothing but an endless loop of time.
Some do call it destiny,and keep racing,
Only to realise:"life is as sour as lime".
Such is Life,we all are living through,
And going on encouraged by hope.
Hope would have been a mere liar too,
Just,it has been a strong woven rope,
Which for many,is safe to hang on.
But I don't trust the old folk's strength,
He has been around for too long now.
I won't ever depend on his commence,
Rather I'll go my own way,and not a single fraun.



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