COULD IT BE TRUE?

Each time when I thought it was midnight then did the sun arise

Why the recurrent cycle?

I try in vain to know that which the elements are revealing

Like a sailor without a compass, my directions I desperately search for

Searching in order to have another round with that which I really desire

In the midst of this, a second thought envelopes me

Questioning the very essence of this quest

A journey in futility?

But can it I countered

Isn’t it about time?

These questions seem not to fade away

A recourse to the Master conductor seem to be the only way out

But I cannot understand the directions being passed across

Caught up in this quagmire, I hope tirelessly for events to pan out just as I have envisaged it

The right course of action? Maybe

In whatever direction my ship eventually sails, I hope it takes me safely ashore

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