The bliss that comes with this ignorance
And the uneasiness it brings
To know that we share this limitation with kings
Gives us a feeling of temperance
The event of the swinging pendulum in a distance
Is known only when it swings
It could bring smiles or terminate this existence
Our faith lies with time just like the bird’s with its wings
As we walk this path of unknown distance
Uncertain of what the bell of the last breath brings
We just prepare like a troubadour gathering his things
And hope we are favoured by chance
Because when tomorrow has not come, no one can take a glance
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