Even today this mind, has dreams to fulfill
A thirst none can, but its own satisfaction quench
I search the waters, I can reach to drink
Perhaps abhore a moment, at the end to repent
I must try be earnest, in all that I can
Think high and put effort, leap while I can
The thought of moment, is always a moment too soon
For darkest it is, just before a dawn
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