Time grows rapidly cold. Wait awhile I have been told, Then destiny would unfold. Wait, before my soul gets sold. The path ahead looks blurred, Distant, charred and obscured. What lies that far got me lulled; Ahead, uncertainty is doubled. That is life. I will lead my way on. My heart’s virtue says, be strong. Anyway, this would not take long. Go on and never be forlorn. Life fleeting is like that. Glee and agony make a pact. These and more in every act. After all, existence needs tact. All will eventually pay off, My existence taken cared of. Written by the Author in June of 2002 ©Naneth Ang 2019, All Rights Reserved
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