Tomorrow
may be another day or a Sunday
With
clouds of silver linen distinct from yesterday
The pain
won’t fade away
Till its
lessons are learnt all the way.
The
problem is not that you are lost
It’s the
naivety evinced in what you feed your thoughts
Clamors
and regrets only worsen the hurt
Even
when solace is all you seek at all cost.
It isn’t
enough to try and fail
It’s for
you to try and know how to sail
Through illusions
to your redemption
Optimizing
the prowess within and without for the sake of elation.
If your dilemma
is not what you don’t have
But what
you have and know not how to use it
Find
your way out of obscurity into reality
Don’t
ask how? Use your audacity to find a city called sagacity.
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