Who knows what future has in store
And who would like to know
It’s all that’s now which we can adore
When stuck in an inferno
Everything happens for a reason
Destined with precision
Don’t try to a fatalist
No point being a defeatist
When all the doors are shut
And you are in a rut
That you can find a way
And scrap off your dismay
Perseverance and patience can do
To bid your pain adieu
Embrace things as they emerge
To satiate your urge
It takes a thought to falter
But a will to alter
It endows you nectar
To drive you out of the Sepulcher
Sometimes it’s plausible to sit back
Delve in stillness of the black
It’s not that you’ll lose
For then, you’ll find the better you.
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