Extremely small is our existence,
So small, that we know not how big the 'outside' is.
We make our own local worlds and find peace in them,
Pretending to know well of the larger worlds outside ours.
We take decisions, jump to conclusions,
Make predictions and determine the ends...
Unaware of the fact that the beginnings and ends are decided already,
Unaware... that they both are tied tightly in time somewhere.
Speaking of the 'time', I believe,
That it repeats itself several times over...
Good and bad both can be waiting to happen in the same stationary form somewhere once again in time...
Like the present, that sees one going away,
And the future that will see one return to where it all had started.
Because when time shifts... it repeats itself again...
May be it has somehow exhausted all its surprises.
So small, that we know not how big the 'outside' is.
We make our own local worlds and find peace in them,
Pretending to know well of the larger worlds outside ours.
We take decisions, jump to conclusions,
Make predictions and determine the ends...
Unaware of the fact that the beginnings and ends are decided already,
Unaware... that they both are tied tightly in time somewhere.
Speaking of the 'time', I believe,
That it repeats itself several times over...
Good and bad both can be waiting to happen in the same stationary form somewhere once again in time...
Like the present, that sees one going away,
And the future that will see one return to where it all had started.
Because when time shifts... it repeats itself again...
May be it has somehow exhausted all its surprises.
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