It is gradually getting dark
In my mind's solitary ark
As I helplessly cross life's sunset
Into this gloomy labyrinth of yesteryears sonnets
The more I scour through this hazy maze
I am propelled into the 'I can't remember' life's phase
And trying to put the pieces together
I am bereft of making any sense further
Stuck in reverse on my old life's tales
I am a lonely pilgrim on a journey set sail
To a destination of a thousand miles
Without the luxury of knowing how time flies
And Hoping to find my savvy again
In this glorious destination to be attained
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