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It's nine o'clock in the morning of Wednesday,
And I am wearing white all the way.
It seems like everyday is just the same that I wonder though,
Could there be any chance that an epoch will show?
Up to this moment I still don't know what's missing,
Still don't understand what my life could be that of a meaning.
But then I remember a place, a novel and a wonderful friend,
And then suddenly the day seemed to lit a bit once again.
I know that there's always been that same old story,
That one's life could be a one great fateful journey.
For what really matters is not how it will end,
But how worthy is the way that lead to win every step.
Nobody ever told me that I am or somehow a hero,
But then who ever believes in that shallow?
No one can say that I am just a little part of life,
For that bit could create the most beautiful spark of light.
How could anyone believe in inferiority?
While everyone must know that that is fallacy.
Time is running but there's no need to hurry,
Because anyhow all would have that one big journey.
A great fateful journey.
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A/N
▪ This is a bit old since I wrote this way back on 2011. Just found it on my treasure chest. 😊
