My Own Chord
It breathes circumstances
It honours a promise
It circulates fresh air
It accomplishes missions
Waiting for it is time consuming
Searching for it is for the nominated one
Reaching it is pointless
Following it is out of reach
It goes according to it is time line
It embraces what is meant to be
It personalise it is existence
It anchors it is tune
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