It’s 3 pm in the afternoon
And the dizziness succumbs all over
I know I have gotta plan
To which I must heed
Yet I fumble and stop
And think what we are chasing
When it’s all meant to be
what’s wriiten in the stars
When the ends are to be met
And the mysteries be torn apart
Why do we still hunt for the same
Troubling the very essence of living?
Unchained 
when it’s all meant to be… this was a treat to read…
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That makes me so happy. Thanks for appreciating.
Love.
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