Far end
A lot have their eyes fixed at a far end
Holding on tight but only with one hand
Imagining things that only few could understand.
The brain is twisted like a rope into believing
and it believes as in days of living
Through all there is a chance of surviving.
The main reason behind taking a risk
Is caused by how breathtaking our minds get brisk
brisk enough to overlook and fix.
It controls, fights and sometime ostentatious,
it can be fair at the same time devious
not once but the process is continuous
and carries on being acrimonious.
In all, the door is to find a way to manipulate it
not all at once but bit by bit.
Because like the heart it is brittle
and strikes, it does not at all tickle
Tickle you to let you know what you have done wrong
And it continues like that for long
Until one gathers strength for that spell
Probably after the far end, all gets well.
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