Nothing seems proper now,
Reasons seem to crop up now,
It is this that is hard to digest,
The end is near, its time to rest.
You try to make sense of the world,
But it seems so senseless it makes you swirl,
Journeying the path to eternity,
Trying to find belief in destiny.
Conversations makes a lasting touch,
Let's keep talking a longer as such,
Chiming thoughts of bound impulses,
Make believe lessons of uncertain senses.
I call for power, force and justice,
Neglecting these will make it harder to suspect it,
The shackles are broken,
But the heart has not mended.
Its hard to believe in something,
Anything or everything,
Why is that change is so sort after,
When everyday we keep looking for the master.
Hours seem to penetrate deep without purpose,
They all seem to be looking for a landing surface.
How inconsistent are the fruits of success?
It comes, it leaves without taking rest!
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