Finest of my times
I will see the finest of my times
In moments I'm tangled in the turmoil of my
Own vines
Wrapped up in life's thrills and throws
Dogged and vexed by taunts and woes
I see myself in victory and heights
But failed cause I believe in my own might
I will climb down onto roads of time
Bothered and stalled by forks and wineds
But the path i take will vary and sway
Till I see his sickle at the dusk of my day
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