Sometimes, we are the last to know.
They told us the truth.
It is the best in the world.
It starts and finishes with us.
We are still thriving for everything we are entitled to.
When does our current history become ancient history?
Do not be so impatient with it.
Follow the pathway it made for you alone.
Impatience only casts a blinding cloud over our minds,
While doubt glares at you with all of its shadows
That is why sometimes, we are the last to know.
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