Life adjusting circumstances alter our inner perspectives,
creating newer, better, mature personalities.
Foraging in twilight evenings, accumulating many pieces of
acquiescence, providing clues to an interior existence,
founded on honesty and truth.
Placating motives of voiceless trepidation, focusing
attentively on pages of maturity, stepping over the last
boundary of life, we become our final purpose and destination.
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