Moment like times fly;
Experiences like times past.
With new thoughts ahead of us,
Even when this story seems near
It fills me with the name FEAR.

They encouraged for change
When things are gone grey
It leaves me in the shadow of the past
Then shade fills my heart
Which causes this stigma.

When the guts comes through
Tis’ not how I intended it;
Neither, did want to be left;
In the crumbs of the past.

Maybe I’ve lost SANITY
Just in the habits of POPULARITY
Utmostly in need of DIGNITY,
But for fate; maybe IT’S VANITY.

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