fate plays a weird game,
when it allows you to meet an unexpected guest.
the blossoming fact is nothing but merely an answer to your own quest.
You wonder whether it last or its just for a short frame.
why do the mind ponder so much?
when all it ever seems like, are nothing much but just a passing by occurence.
Yet, it seems wasted,dawn on something far beyond that.
Wishing that everything isn't so complicated,
however much expected, however much degraded.
To run away from reality,refusing to believe what should be seen,
some people are just not worth it,or so to say,
some are just too worthy of any unkindness befallen on them.
Hence, guilt rise up in the heart beyond,
for it never actually opens out and sings the song.
Question is, should it continue...or should it be ignorant, or rather,
follow the flow of the river, which hopefully brings it to a better
ocean....
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