Restless days and weary nights,
life’s full of pain, trapped in the mind.
So many years, of life withheld,
of pity parties all by one’s self.
Not quite exposed to self-control,
a learning feat, of time indeed.
As one grows old, they let more go,
the petty things, now carry wings.
And then comes the epiphany-
tomorrow is not guaranteed.
Time, gradually wasted…
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