Slow and steady wins the race:


Natures thoughts inspire relative theories to mankind..
Though we have decayed nature through distaste of
Encouraged wisdom…
How we can emphasize interpreted excuses,
Searching beyond relevant needs...
Accepting nothing of what we need;
Gathering all possible wants
Shall our vulnerable minds beg for mercy?
As fate plays the lead role in the show
We are forced to live…
{Until our miserable conscious takes that one, final breath,
We shall realize we have all participated in the race
Which holds no finish line,
Yet we are all waiting for those we care about.
They would have never been seen again –

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