Away from the graveyard of the past,
I walk through the memory lane,
Reaching to a place,
Where I can rest and gaze in the future,
Unfolding it in front of my eyes,
Moment to moment,
I become an audience to myself,
A spectator to my life,
Like an unfinished dream,
Crude and jarring,
Deep and calm,
Enigmatic and misunderstood,
Like a mute song of happiness.
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