The Wild Pace

No path to follow, it’s been way ahead, a journey guided by dreams

There have been reflections all along, of all the changes from life arose

In between the seasons, the pauses were barely noticeable by passersby

An unawake world nudging the quaint spaces, upon which chaos prevails

Of earlier creations, from the desires that have been eccentricities

Wakeful hours dismantled, time gyrating in a breathtaking speed


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