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Not any revolution & not any change
An incessant
world of covariance
With composure of chance & a jumble of state
Want to let
it go; want to let my hair down
I want to be
at peace with what is still unfound
That which
has ceased to exist, my own..
And the new affiliates
of an old caravan
Inner
strength that I was proud of
Or a new-found
confidence that might as well be a farce
With highs
of life & bitter experiences of lows
I want to go
out exploring, for I am a wiser self now
It is stuck
in continuity, with a chain of caveat
Smothering all
hopes with cuffs of beliefs
Mind breaks
the inertia, is a point to moot
Yet I want
to be a part of something, something that is ineffably true...
