Insufficient
It's been 21st, but seems like the rebirth
With the past and self slowly coming to enlightment
Nobody ever knew that moment was right
Nobody could tell if it was time
The present is what we believe in
The past being what she refused to move on with
Going through the pages, she sees presence of darkness looming
There's much waiting to be seen
In anticipation, with an open heart
Emotions could flow through
Then a conscious state of better altogether
She'll start a new beginning
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Stagnant so very often, that somewhere, somehow, I refuse to learn, I'm not doing enough to make a life, and inevitably the sense of insufficiency. I had become so obssessively contented with my present state; physical self, emotional soul, hardly spending any time to review and to detach myself from the many blinding monotonous situations.
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