When things go wry,
You often end up asking why?
At an unceasing wreckage of a notion
It is paramount to break the motion….
A reversal into the self
A breach from yourself…
Look back to find a change
Change to move ahead
To filter the mixed up
To define the difficult….
To look forth with a shine,
To walk with a smile…..
Here I stand again, putting forth my thoughts,
With Our Speaking Thoughts.
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