Vicissitudes: a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant.
Very true about change, it is a must In one place for so long, that beats the worst Causing several tastes, forward, one must thrust Increase is good but should also be just Segments of the road can come with disgust In the end, life finally makes us trust Travel not straight, involving changing costs Under some extremes, to shrink or to burst Decisions of love sometimes start from lust End point so vivid may come from grave rust Several bends for one to always adjust
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