The highs and the lows
Reverberating in the hollow of my mind
Intense is the moment
I intend to take head on
In the short and long of things
In the maze of responsibilities
Lost is the rhythm
Which once I was so proud of
Time is the biggest healer
When everything else fails
The beads of my sweat
I still carry on my palm

Sparkling eyes yearning for more
A heart beating with celebration
No wonder the journey matters more
An end as beautiful as the start.
Wave after wave
Immersing the army of bodies
Soul is a luxury of choice
I once used to carry
Moving with the clock
Rolling with the grains of sand
I wish it was simpler
To make myself understand.

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