The history before us teaches lessons and stories,
yet why do we stand plagiarizing its tragedies?
If our bodies are apart of us and we sanctify them,
are not our hearts to be treated as precious gems?
Time and time again we see time pass moment after moment,
yet ignorant are remain of our present contentment…
Why do we only see failure in the sight of a detour in our travel,
can we not hear the new paths which have begun to appear and unravel?
Why do we remain complacent in the sight of our responsibilities,
yet with the affairs of others we remonstrate with ease ?
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