At this age and time , everything appears to be so evolving.

We don't see this right away, however at whatever point we think back , it's straightforwardly noticeable.

Step by step , life has neither rhyme nor reason and the more

We develop the less sense it will make.

Very much like that , I found something about me as well.

I'm clashed. Lost between the spirit and the shadow, between my composition and thoughts.

Befuddled by the distinction that lies among approval and criticism.

In any case, I needn't bother with to be this way, isn't that right?

Again I'm being confounded, isn't?

I unfortunately I'm not Sorry.

This is a result of that believing that I'm holding onto for a spell now-that feeling of enlivening.

There is no requirement for me to spill my ink to demonstrate my value and sit in nervousness,

Exceptionally when I can cut a characteristic association, where my words and sections can perceive a sensation of home in this lovely graceful nursery.

Something free streaming , something straightforward.

Where a draining ink fancy woman yet a strong hero doesn't need to pick between being a work or being a sonnet. Both exist in nature and both exist in her. That is fine.

She can be a clear section or even proudly graceful,

She can be a haiku or can be a melodious. She can be anything she needs. Furthermore, very much like her,

"You can be you , proudly."

A condition of harmony will stay same even in this season of evolving.

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*The Tomorrow Me*

While others imagined and expected the result of living their todays,

I, then again, was simply excessively short of my result.

I hadn't carried on with a full moon however I'd seen what the half moons had done,

they'd gave half shades to the discouraged, the lost and for me who hadn't got such countless day to day routines left to experience.

While the sun sparkles, I make roughage,

While time is free, I use it.

I focus on every one of the principles they laid for us,

I go through the pressure they call the better way to progress,

dream every one of the great dreams while simultaneously.

Despite the fact that I was short of my result,

I just couldn't bear to remain low so I take pecks of my tomorrow some of the time.

Nothing do I see, I actually see myself all the while,

As yet being directed by the half moons on the grounds that the outcome is obscure.

Occasionally, I invest wholeheartedly and picture my tomorrow with the full moons and all the excellence it got to have however that pride is only completely false,

a falsehood I need to dispose of,

yet, the main truth it has for me is to be simultaneously regardless be short of my result while the sun sparkles,

so I make feed.

~The Concerned

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