Answers, you say
I'd be lucky if I asked
All the right questions
Before life slips away
Defining that curious thought
Without being taken by
The charms of present rewards
But life doesn't stop to rot
We do, for life's queries
We pause, we dare
Knowing little on how to sail
While standing still, on times' ferry
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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