Though I have lived a life dedicated to being ambiguous,
still I try, in all I do, to remain contiguous.
So, I look at life and death, how relative
they are in terms of being copulative.
One if not well lived could lead to perdition
while in the other, death, life could have a new edition.
On this journey, I have experienced love and its effect
on my senses, has caused me, many a time, joyfully to reflect.
Ah! What in this life can I discard?
Nothing! For to do that, would make me a retard!
What treachery have I experienced, fate's connivance
with mine enemies, leading to death's advance!
Standing up, betrayal to infer
though, loyalty I would prefer.
Gently I imply
I await only love's reply.
So, as my life ebbs slowly away, I look upon my procrastination,
happily drifting towards unknown destination.
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