I may be single man
With thoughts in single train,
But never do I remain
Sticking to one decision;
Life is multi-layered,
Chameleon-like, thoughts frayed
With time and inner growth,
Nothing stays steady at length;
Stars move, all plants grow,
Oceans wash in high and low,
Once born then moves to death,
No stand eternally sticks to truth.
I may be single man
With thoughts in single train,
But never do I remain
Sticking to one decision;
I move with time onward,
And turn and bend on time's need
To keep in touch with truth
That kindly leads me forth;
For what I stand is not all,
They do fall on time's call;
Truth, perpetual; time, transient,
I must alter to be on truth's crest.
I may be single man
With thoughts in single train,
But never do I remain
Sticking to one decision;
Road is not straight; zigzags abound,
Scenes rapidly change; turns, all round,
Navigating on irrelevant strait,
Invitation to lose my sight;
I run with the time pursuing truth,
Focused on goal for whatever worth;
Chameleon-like I change, run abreast,
Lest time clouds truth, I lose its sight.
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