Thoughts of a never-mind

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There are times
i get afraid of the ticking chimes
i could have done this, said that;
but this time i dont wanna be a howzzat !

Experience burns your hands;
There is no magic in its wands
Impulse & passion are poles apart,
One knows patience the other does not

So i have made a pledge,
let destiny be the gauge
Let me stride along,
On the way i belong

With intuition by my side,
And imagination my guide
Till i hear the voice,
That will bring in the spice

And when comes the spring,
Windy flowers it shall bring
But i am afraid,
Of the change that shall spread

The green pastures, the blue river,
The warm wind & the fever.
The cost of which,
My inworthy soul might not deliver.

Category [ _MaskKhari_ ]