for my ignorance is what thee see,
its not always same in me,
differs my views in time,
when expectation are at regime,
it clobber me rule my mentality,
its when thee never can win the fidelity.
time will pass thy hand a sway,
its when thee should not be away.
regime may end with expectations lowering,
when there is no hopes from thee showering.
hold tight to pass thine through me,
touching my souls and winning over the regime,
dime the truth in thee mind,
before it ends over in the time.
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