Though I was born in the future,
My body lies out of time.
Though I am who I will be,
My soul is out of time.
Sometimes scary but enjoying is all.
May be, fear wants to join hands with love.
But, love is in next voided connection.
Love is all but greed makes the fall.
Tuning these and others,
Time taken can be infinite or instant.
Invisible chains are hard to break;
Harder is breaking the pattern.
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