Time of my life I wonder,
Will I ever see end of thunder,
Think back when I had that chance,
As if I was ready at a glance,
Too naive to see pattern delicate weave,
Slipping as always to find brighter byways,
Always drifting ever sifting for that gem,
Us or them a turbulent bitter end,
Eclipse existence with my pen,
Risk to believe why or when,
Drop of a hat with climax zen
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