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Mysteries

Mysteries

 Its funny how we come to existence
How the little strokes and chords
we choose come about to produce
the music we will dance to our
entire lives

Its weird how each of us are born with
this desire code which makes us feel
entitled to dream beyond borders and
always foresee a beautiful future despite
all our faults and flaws

Its cruel how the world changes, coz
despite how wise we choose our chords
or produce our rhythms, the fact is we
might wake up tomorrow to find out that
it doesn't sell in the real world

Its fascinating how destiny can change
to fate, just like binary numbers that go
on and on without ever repeating
themselves

Its amazing how each and every one of
us are connected, to an extent that if we
are not careful enough, our choices might
rewrite someone's destiny

Its great how promises give birth to hope
and faith but tragic when broken, to an
extent that a life can be phased out or
broken for eternity

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Tony Taylor

Hey Noreen!!........ very cool freestyle write........ speaking to the inter-connectedness of all things......... the more and more we look into bio-physics, metaphysics etc.......... the more profound this write of yours becomes fact........ your intuitive writing skills are dead on....... great flow to this........ and the formatting works well.............ALL STARS.......... keep 'em coming girlfriend............. smiles...........T xo

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