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Sitting at my doorstep, gazing at moving clouds There came a thought of a story, of a timeline called life How its changes and waits for no one, making circles that drift humans apart. Some say life itself is a race, while others say it’s a course It’s a contest to conquer, a fight that should be won All depends on the power that dwells within each body Each soul makes its bid, but the inner power elects Questions keeps rising, is it worth the buzz? What should we make out of this race, an unpredictable series? Each action being scripted, every scenes being watched Yet revealing, leaving each soul with a story to tell Thoughts of unraveling the deepest mysteries engulfs each mortal Yet they say itself life is a tutor, who can define it better? An aged mind or rather from a youthful might It’s like a blindfolded touch on an Elephant; One’s goal might be the other’s discard Life is what you make of it, each phase set to thrill Dreams become reality, fading fires are rekindled Some deigns to surmount, others stand to triumph.
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
The Thrill of Breathing
Sitting at my doorstep, gazing at moving clouds There came a thought of a story, of a timeline called life How its changes and waits for no one, making circles that drift humans apart. Some say life itself is a race, while others say it’s a course It’s a contest to conquer, a fight that should be won All depends on the power that dwells within each body Each soul makes its bid, but the inner power elects Questions keeps rising, is it worth the buzz? What should we make out of this race, an unpredictable series? Each action being scripted, every scenes being watched Yet revealing, leaving each soul with a story to tell Thoughts of unraveling the deepest mysteries engulfs each mortal Yet they say itself life is a tutor, who can define it better? An aged mind or rather from a youthful might It’s like a blindfolded touch on an Elephant; One’s goal might be the other’s discard Life is what you make of it, each phase set to thrill Dreams become reality, fading fires are rekindled Some deigns to surmount, others stand to triumph.
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tomwales
Lagos State
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 1:12 AM UTC
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