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Chance Or Choice

Life! A series of day to day events. Each day birthing unique shades of rays and greys. Some days merrier than many months Some seconds longer than most minutes. Some nights enter without a knock. Some lights fly in when the window is locked. The tape just keeps rolling from the first suck. Getting closer to the end with every waking sun. Leaving behind more crowns and smiles Piling papers of once upon a time Dating new dates for dreams yet to come. Many a hearts beats for a better morn. Many a lips pray for a sweeter song. Many a hands draw dreams of young morrows. Many a people plough along with sad sorrow. Life now becomes a great mystery. Time now masked the greatest enemy Throttling too fast for man to catch. This happens when life is left to chance. Life is a rough surface that requires a hard brush to paint on top. It takes more than mind’s whistles, wants and amen to stay on top. Pick up the brush or play with life’s rush.

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