seems world has come to a still today, as the sun also fails to fade away,
playful children have filled the swings and there is no intent to call it a day,
longing for something I fail to define my way, a web of words is all I have used to convey,
as our lives oscillate between a journey long and unpredictable, and one too short and straight,
dishevelled, in the comfort of this armchair, I fail to appreciate that fate will have its own say...
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