Times have come and have gone
Along with people and alone
And all that could add to my knowledge
Says, and says I have demons yet to acknowledge

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Thoughts are rebuttals to your own words
Pinching the wounds while it hurts
All through pain that no one knows
That's how you struggle and the world grows

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The beauty is in the pangs of yesterday
The ways they remind of how we would say
The hello and hi's
To take care and bye's

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A bit extreme if one would think
Time is nothing more than times you blink
Yet it changes every time you see
Every drop is unique, every drop is sea

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Maybe I grow with my thoughts
They are scattered and are of all sorts
Yet they intrigue me the most
Like, wait! I am there host?
They grew from me and my quiddity
They can be storm's ravaging or lake's serenity
Built with past honed in present
That's my moon half or crescent.

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At the end of life, whatever there maybe
A deadend or a never ending sea
Or perhaps a wall too tall to see
Or light, too pure too white to believe
If thee gets another eve to be
All I'll ask is me and a little Tea

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You learn you grow
You grow you learn
That's a cycle, you see
You don't? Doesn't matter
It ain't your cup of tea

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Then meaning of strength would have been muscle
Then power would have been the need of hustle

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I remember the hustle amongst quiet
I remember the bustle in the flight
I also recall the upheaval in my mind
When I was trying to unwind and rewind

Times have changed of course
The way sure seems a bit off course
But the will stays intact
Stronger now in fact

Coz, it's my will power by thee
And Blessed is the faith bestowed upon me

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Permanent is change
Distance's estrange
But bonds are strange
Along with Memories and will
They could never rearrnge

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