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C'mmon lets dance
lets take a stroll and whisper to the wind
Secrets stories locked to the moment.
Silent prayers to time endless.

I've woken up to the stars
too many a time not know how to read 'em right
I've kept awake to the rising dawn
too many a night not to know
that the new day brings more doubt than reason
that sometimes fear is worse than death itself
that there is no way of keeping both at bay,
But your will to see forward
and your determination to keep pushing,
then when reason itself would have taken a toll.

Yet even these I've seen broken
not at the peak of the storm
but at the crossing of bridges.
at the making of truce.

So C'mmon lets take a ride
for it is not forbidden to dream today,
For tomorrow is not yet given to us.
for we are but pawns in our own game
for our very dream in the making
could be the end in the taking.

So c'mmon lets Run
for tomorow I shall bear no grudge
nor cast no curse
for time is an ally and a foe
in our story yet untold...

Waiting

The waiting game has started,
yet another cycle - yet another circle,
Yet another load of powder before the lead

The miles that were nothing at the beginning
are slowly adding up to the load,
and time has begun its toll...

And here I am, helpless spectator yet again.
To the game of mind over time
witt over reality.

Like like a worm on the hook, I'm watching the seconds fade away to the past,
knowledge of the impending heavy on my mind
hope of a new ending clinging to me heart.

What do we learn from the story unfolding
what do we do to change the course of things
How do we fight a retreating tide...
How do we learn from yesterday,
the lessons of tomorrow?

I have found myself the last one standing
too many a times to look forward
to be left behind picking up the pieces
Making do with a handful of unburnt powder.

Another cycle, another story, another day...