To this experience, I must confess,

Fleeting moments of happiness,

And then the omnipresent stress,

Returns and makes my life a mess.

At moments, a rare clarity,

Life presents to me with sincerity;

The glorious dream and the harsh reality,

Lie here with the utmost veracity.

I know not what the future beholds,

I’m utterly clueless, truth be told.

So, I sit down and my hands I fold,

Praying for a place where certainty is sold.


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