Sticky downhill…

Time to venture out and swim in the sea, 

Elements, elixirs  that maketh thee. 

Certain clocks that stopped ticking 

Tis not the time, it’s constantly  marching, 

Tis tiriding at my slumber state, 

Smashing against the tyranny that upholds, 

Though my eyes were open 

Never had I opened the third one, 

Until now, I see the cruxes beguiling, 

And the maze that exist,  

Now unraveled its solutions. 

Those words you spoke, 

The words that gave momentary pleasures 

Took a part of your soul.. 

To see you falling when I gave you the hand, 

You befelled on your own

Now there left for you is only remorse. 

The part that you denieth! 

Wasn’t meant only for me, 

It was the one,  you refused and treaded and tried the pernicious contrary road, 

Until you reached the core, 

Now my friend, it’s now or never. 

To transcend uphill, 

Or descent to sticky downhill…

!ns¡ght

Aquib

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