Living in the frenzy of time
Reckoning every thought in the mind,
Realizing the inevitable recurring of uninhibited thoughts being too strindent,
And the time skimming away,
Leaving no space for the thoughts to sway.
No time even to grasp, as the time is like a winged chariot, it waits for none.
If only the chord was struck once,
The thoughts, could be in harmony with the tripping time.
Besides, it is too late to even ponder
And it makes no sense to flounder.
Accepting the truth will leave no space to doubt
Postponing the reformation of thoughts for the next suitable lifetime
And letting the time take over,
Closing my eyes,
I slip away with the time forever.
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