Slow and steady steps;
Walking into the dark.
Fueled by motive,
Faith is our spark.
So many paths;
We tread on a labyrinth.
No sight to differentiate
Between fact and myth.
We are only but history books-
Trying to make sense of the future.
Strength has been our lesson
And experience, our teacher.
We are blindfolded.
Clueless about what lies ahead.
So let’s forget it,
And just focus on “now” instead.
By : Phanuel Ayelum.
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