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Anarchy of Time

In the midst of this restlessness
Apprehensions on faces around
There is an unknown race to win everyday
Countless fears in my crown
Battlefields get drawn so fast
Strategies are born of every kind
Unknown of the existence today
Plans of future occupy the mind
So much to learn and grasp
Every inch is already occupied
Neural circuits are a fashionable mess
Every ignorant soul certified
Simple is complex
In more ways than thought
Wisdom and foresight orphaned quite often
Convenience of guilt, with me I brought
Every fear and backtrack
Bears the mark of confidence galore
Glorified adventures, they like to call them
My punctured soul is still sore
I see two paths on the fork
One bright the other pale and dull
The lights are too bright for me my friend
Strange voices still resonate in my skull
Nomad I have always been on these shores
Proud bearer of my mast and fate
Simple was never complex for me
I have learnt to carry my own weight.

I am a techie with a crazy streak. A blogger, endurance cyclist, urban nomad, amateur photographer. For me life is a discovery each day and a fight to survive. Live while you can, there’ll be plenty of time to drag on. Blog: https://onelife513532705.wordpress.com/

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