Trying my best to write a perfect story
Somehow imperfections come
Even my perfect imagination is imperfect
I try to put every spelling right to coma and full stop perfectly
Somehow they find a way of falling out of place
I know that that it is not ok but the story of my life is turning out somehow as I wished it
But with unexpected twists of fate
Unexplained turn of events
Opportunities come but somehow nature plays mischief
Now that I am about to write a perfect chapter my computer crushes
Will I be able to remember the flow after the this day
Mhh, how much control do I really have
I don't know
I sometimes I wish I made a different choice
I know I made this one I am living with in good faith
Why does it end in bad taste?
How much good will is because of the choices made
How much of it is just a wild Stoke of undeserved luck?
Silly question because dumb mother nature would not speak
Silent father time will always tell when he is too spent to change anything
Life is a silent song
Living is kind of an experiment to the generation yet unborn a
And the people of tomorrow
To day we live the best we can
For the people of tomorrow, me being one of them, to live better
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