This ocean ahead, witnessed my pain,
Should I fall to heed, nor to sustain.
Memories took me afar, to a land I not known,
Still drifted to soar, with a passion,
These eyes become weary, my fingers wrinkled,
Times eating me away, time remain single,
I come to realize, it is reality,
Not to fantasize, not to keep secrecy,
These breeze that blew, witnessed my sorrow,
Should I come to know,
Rather than to follow..
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