The days rushing ahead,
Faster than the winds—
The birds are watching us
From the trees behind.
The dreams yet to come true
May be waiting ahead—
The days rush, I leave behind time...

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Love is a fool's game

In the plane of love, a fool's game,
Where hearts mingle, yet pain rains.
A dance of passion, sweet and true,
Yet, in the end, the fool's blood turns blue.

In the game of love, they take part,
Blinded by the warmth, they lose their worth.
For love, a cruel teacher, with lessons to impart,
Tears down the walls, and then leaves the heart apart.

The fools, they play, with love as their guide,
In the grand theatre of life, they hide between their starved pride.
But as the curtain falls, and the lights subside,
They're left with nothing but with unbothered promises once unnaturally bright.

Was the game worth being fooled?
For a paradise, where hearts are moved.
For in the end, the fools learn to shove,
The pain of love, the deepest of shoves.

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The race has taken a toll
In the minds that once had no fear to fall.
The poetry that once talked of freedom
Have now paused to breathe-
The doors are harder outside the home.

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I guess I slipped through time.

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