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A bundle of breaths and heartbeats

Trots along the path of life;

Crossroads to confuse a perplexed mind,

And fogs to cloud the blurring vision;

Is life just a game to be won?

Innocence crumbles with an echo,

As each step reverberates

With censure mouthed by every being;

Voices to guide till destination arrives-

A step closer, only to move farther;

A thousand violins play at will,

Each playing a different tune

To muffle the sound of the heart;

Misleading it becomes, and often dumb,

Leaving nothing but a bow.