In a world so populated, why is truth just one?
And why can’t we tell the end except at the end?
Since now I can only pray that I’m praying right.
And hope that I’m not wasting hope.
For I have never been on this shore,
So I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to be sure.
And with these issues here and offshore,
Can I have on me, more of your fingerprints than mine,
Can I count on you, will you stand by me?
When the rainbow is left with only three colors.
When life has finally entered menopause.
At that time when all are afraid including our fears.
When I finally meet my weaknesses and all its witnesses.
And our childhood dreams have become artifacts of memory.
Because fate no longer accepts hope as a currency.
Since the ocean that wed many tilapia,
Also hides the sharks that…
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