Progressing daily, circumventing some trials at best,
and landing at times in the center of disastrous
circumstances.
Unknown designs forming and shaping diamond minds,
scratching and erasing often, abstract patterns dealt
on levels of incompetence.
Circular paths unwinding themselves, straightening
out their mindular concessions for understanding of
knowledge, given by wisdom's beautiful gems of heaven.
Taking in regards of people past and present, daily
life continues to progress.
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