'Tis an unpredictable journey
This's what I often see,
From the thorny path of time
To a silent mountain when I climb.
Memories sow the seeds of solitude
O'er the futile mind in multitude,
As refugees seeking shelters;
Hopes are still in fetters.
With the strength of my wrist
Should I resist the rival waves of past?
Where I can find an asylum?
Who's ther to take my ship's helm?
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