It makes me cry to see November
All life past a continuous blur.
Defining moments of a convenient life?
Can there be, will there be?
From one degree of pleasure and milder pain.
To another height or valley.
Defining moments of a convenient life.
Can there be, will there be?
When did time assault me?
It used to be my friend as I
Begged each year to grow me up
And experience to make me wise.
I climbed few mountains, notched few years
As critical memories. For each day fades.
How does this change? My current is strong.
Is middle, mediocre where I belong?
Or what impact would I have?
Do sleepless nights parade dreams
Of wealth and status?
Have I missed a lucrative calling?
Or have I buried dreams of sacrifce?
Goals of pouring out the fullest measure?
Will my mark be left on people or economy?
Who would define a convenient life?
Interesting questions!
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