Like clockwork fear never failed to chase us through this eccentric path,
And today when I look back at my pergola of memories,
I realise there's nothing as good and bad as today...
I see induced hypocrites walking in vain,
I just proved the sceptics right,
But memory lane has twirled into the mist of rust,
Laughing at me,
Mocking me for what I've done and how little I gave,
Bruising me with the mallet of lost maturity,
Asking me to join its surreal ballet,
Pointing fingers at me while I fathom this bewildered array,
This dale of the future...
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And today when I look back at my pergola of memories,
I realise there's nothing as good and bad as today...
I see induced hypocrites walking in vain,
I just proved the sceptics right,
But memory lane has twirled into the mist of rust,
Laughing at me,
Mocking me for what I've done and how little I gave,
Bruising me with the mallet of lost maturity,
Asking me to join its surreal ballet,
Pointing fingers at me while I fathom this bewildered array,
This dale of the future...
PICTURE FROM THE NET- photoshoptutorials.ws
