Taking a chilled ride on the highs
Touching the cool clouds of the great expanse
Teasing the presence in those dizzy high waves
Delays n' relays
Only those of steely resolves'll a'laz see it through
And in the process, conquer their inner selves with the beauty of the now
While atop the towers of power
Conscience seem to lose the urgency of the hour
For, from written memoirs, the future cannot cower
Series n' rallies
Through unfathomable valleys
Humanity scuttles through fairies
With a projective instinct
And the mind twirking at every shadow in the precinct
No wonder morals've gone extinct
14/04/2022
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