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life is unfolding the way it intends 

there's no other way around it 

through the years, there's highs and lows 

complete yet incomplete 

How many second chances will we ever get 

or maybe there aren't such a thing 

as I finally understood 

what should have been so plain right in front of me

all the things you said, all the hints i missed 

when all has been said and done 

will you still have the courage to love once again 

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if we take away our temper 
would it have made things better 
if we take away our feelings 
would it have help us in sleeping 

you, who made hatred a thing so passe 
the thank yous stream down from the edge of the eyes 
and there is no cure for this loneliness 
how strong can i really be as i crumble right in front of you 

and the scent around, smells of tears boiling
the feelings of the past lingers still 
the night is long, so dream on and on 
i'll be here with the night 

Like the ashes that falls from the stick from the hand
Into the merciless and lonely room
in between those fingers
some things linger

Seated alone on the couch
Repeating those thoughts
amidst the smoke that floats
and those trails of thoughts run wild

As i laid the lit stick back down
afraid to wake up the past
whats left of the smoke
some things still linger

Unable to understand
maybe i could laugh it off
Whats I was afraid of was not lighting up again
but rather this pen on my hand once more

lookin and all i can see

through the places i cant reach

all u know and all u speak

under the cover of this siege

off in the night where u go to sleep

so tired but i cant sleep

lookin down in all the places u cant see

shaping the words and all u see

though these words and through these times

life may not always follow the way u wan

the sands of time flies in the depths of every night

hold my hand

hold ur hand and nvr let go

time nor tide 
the reality of time 
the ebb and flow of tide
grains of sand washed away by torrents of might

fast forward this life
laying the steps piece by piece
looking back 
to realised how far i've come
looking forward
to see how far i've to go 

nothing to regret
nothing to forget

Skeptical September

stuck in this conundrum
struggling to stay afloat

head above the water
holding out for hope

mired around in mediocrity
a need for opportunity

out of the dark
only into the blues

watching the world with contempt
as im whirling in their circles
dizzyingly clear
consciously drunk
staggeringly steady
opposingly compromising
such is the oxymoron
so funny so that it hurts

all thats left in my head
breaking out
breaking out