Mystified by the mysteries of life,
Trying to make sense of the mystique in rife,
Searching for answers which will appease a restless heart,
Only to come across with more doubt.

Clinging to memories evanesce into oblivion,
Only creating a poignant burden.
Hoping a Wrinkle in time be transpired
Tweaking the cosmos of life be allowed.

I know where my mind has wandered,
Not an acceptable idea I ventured.
Maybe when the crows turn white
It’ll be accomplished what is right.

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