In quiet moments, thoughts percolate gently,
into the pools of memories
Bringing about life's dramas of tragedies, and
comedies, in retrospect
The artistic score to the finale has not been
composed
What lies ahead on the stage of life is
decidely one's own inspiration
Finding the music in your mind
Being the Maestro of your own consequence
Applauding the success
Scanning the rave reviews
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