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ONLY TIME.

Many things happen in this mysterious life and the greater part are things we'd not know,
Things shrouded in bleak mysteries that operate in obscurity but amongst men do show.
Trying to decipher these things is tantamount to trying to hold the wind which gives pain;
For every effort put in trying to decipher these encrypted things always proves to be vain.
Therefore, when you in all of your ruminations in trying to understand these things do fail,
Return to your point of peace, knowing that only time would gradually these things unveil.

Everything that happens in this realm of existence has a chosen season for it to be done;
For we exist not in a space of emptiness but are with overwhelming forces under the sun.
Nothing just happens; as a result, certain things play out which are all beyond our control,
And when we think of why they did happen and receive no answers, we're filled with dole.
The endless attempts in trying to unravel all these things make peacelessness your own;
Drop those things and push on with your life; for nothing will unveil them, only time alone.

Sometimes, it feels like the ground underneath you is so infertile, having no fruits to bear,
After all the energy you dissipated in tenacious tilling, and that fills the soul with despair.
Though your hope's fire burns, it's faint because of the unwanted state of things you see,
And though you don't want to give up, you weakly resign to the fate of "what'll be will be."
Consider then that just like it's been set that one year must end for another one to start,
In the same way, know that only time separates you and the things you want to be apart.

When you've tried and failed and are trying and failing, and it's like you're under the dust,
And you sit there in misery, regretting all about your existence and all your hopes are lost.
Life itself is so cruel; to the already devastated, it gives reasons to be hopeless the more,
And the ending stage of the feeling of emptiness would be worse than it was ever before.
Before you fly over that disheartening bar, take out some time to think about all of these,
And you'd find that only time is between your present unrest and the period of your ease.
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