The crashing waves which lead to the shore,
The changing patterns of the sky as we go along,
Maybe, we will learn to adore
Hopefully in the end when we comprehend where we belong.
That promise to yourself of finding a place,
The face that pretended to be your mate,
But as you move ahead in the race,
Vows to change your fate.
As you move forward,
Like a surfer, you learn to be free,
As all the old bridges are burned,
Life will reveal its mystery.
At the end of the journey,
After all the grinding and sinking,
You will realize the irony,
That it’s yet another beginning.
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