I guess only time will tell,
As it will tell so many things.
I just hope that it all turns well.
So many lives end up not like one imagined,
And that can be both in good ways and in bad,
And though one does all one can to make it one way,
It always ends up being some way unimagined.
I've let out so many hints like forest aromas,
But the Nature in my moves lacked,
Or the latency in their effectiveness,
Make me feel I may as well never act.
And it's alright,
That is pretty harsh, I know,
And presumptuous as well for that matter,
And pretty cynical.
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