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The quest

How strange this world can be, Full of its own mysteries And secrets, I have gotten all I wanted And all I thought of, But I am not happy. I may have always been At the receiving end of life, But……… I seem to be At the other side of midnight, The other side of me, I drink all day long To drown my sorrows, But it seems sorrows know how to swim. As I now cry out, Not knowing where I am And what to do, Seeing the grandchildren Of the choices I have made And the errors I did in the past. Mourning and wishing To turn back the hands of time, To feel a self of mine, Ooh! So sweet is life gain from evil, So sad is its end. After all, Is life not an elusion? And death a reality?

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