Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...
Time is a fulsome mate, let go
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...
Lives as ransom we ought
To pay, for the life meek
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...
To lean upon the future,
Promising rapprochement;
Eternity of brighter days strike,
Seeking each morrow'd mend...
To soar up and repay history's
Debts by making history,
Knowing not what's the best,
We still hope for the story...
The depressing stares to
No more meet, let's abjure;
Ambling the little strech of life,
The world, let's conquer...
Mitigating notions, unravelling
Sorrows into fading
Oblivion far apart, causing
No worry for the coming...
The future let's embrace,
Cause morrow has got its
Own promises, vibrant and vigil,
It's mesmerizing bits...
If you wish your future triumph,
Then let past be your tutor;
Dare do your part, for, as said,
"Tomorrow is the today of the future"...
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