Lost in the reverberatory of dreams,
I often find myself burning into coal.
Ending up to reason myself;
Amidst the struggle between the real and allure.
Thousands of questions daunt me,
Why do I’ve to think? I know not why.
They cluster in my head, leaving no vent;
When I can do nothing, except a sigh.
Plenty of prayers go without an answer,
Then why the mind tussles with those.
Things that cannot be changed;
That’s where the destiny comes into force.
I’m not someone who would give up on destiny,
Is that why it shows me the highs and lows?
I would still not give up, but this mind,
Dates back in time and droops me with blows.
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