mom is right,
no one's here to stay forever;
you got to let go.
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Moment of Solitude.
Life's nth but a game,
people and friends are just the chess pieces/pawns/tokens.
of this long long journey.
they come, walked through the routes,
finish the game and leave your life.
These tokens/pieces made of glass,
bring the seasons into the game.
Never hold them too tight nor close,
for they'll shatter before you;
and prick you hard,
hurt you bad.
They burn you with the scorching summer,
and the heating passion/affection.
Throw you into the cold abrubtly;
after the passion wears off.
More pieces come and go;
to delude and create illusions.
all the confusions we got to battle;
and not succumb to the hurt each piece harbor.
The one piece that's made for you,
come through much pain,
and through all ordeals,
it'll be the only one that follows your pace,
by your side, through thick and thin.
These tokens/pieces come and go,
just light up their path when they enter your game,
bring them sunshine and hope,
and guide them through this course.
Keep them too long,
the flaws will surface.
They struggle too hard to escape,
and injure you instead.
Abstain from the love,
never let the emotions prevail,
don't let the passion flare,
and get over you.
Through it all,
along this entire course,
of this game, life,
stay aloof; and let the agony pass you by.
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where'd you go?
when will i cross the finishing line?
will you be the one that follows me through, by my side?
let this be our prayer
