Build up to a landmark
remote deemed in past
Far seemed to reckon
but came ever so fast
Future was in distance
now I am at threshold
Stringing past memoirs
of knotted plots untold
Had fair share of frolic
in joyous times of yore
Wish though nurtured
but zest is dead at core
Canvas of varied colors
some cheery, few blue
A picture of perfection
but absent is main hue
Accidental mask put on
now I just can't remove
I have learnt to live on
as nothing I've to prove
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