Through these creeping tick tocks,
I sit on this long needle,
To count with the valid time,
Reminiscing to life once quite feeble.
Hop and bop on streets so dark,
Hounds howling for the man next door,
Who scratched and strewn every dump,
As luminaries come from our heart's core.
When star drowns in the now sunless sea,
Up comes a humble yet meticulous radiance,
That scintillates the ground divine,
Illuminating the dark street with magnificent brilliance.
Then a fellow believer entered the picture frame,
Proving life to be such halcyon,
And comes grabbling with diligence,
Screaming his wish to be reborn.
But yet life does not pose to the commons,
Our acumen should aid our pre-judgment,
Because our sometimes petty thoughts,
May cause us to be bonded in an undesired entanglement.
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