Originally Written On: April 23rd, 2017
We don't know where it ends,
But ever wondered where it starts?
Does it follow the calends?
Or starts while playing a game of darts?
It makes us hip and happy;
And takes us on an adventurous ride.
Or it can make us shout and cry;
And force us to hide.
Endless are the possibilities;
But if you consider the facilities,
Shouldn't it begin when we are born;
And when we die shouldn't it mourn?
After all it can't come to an end,
Even when all our utilities are spend.
Since with our lives it has such a bond,
Shouldn't we say 'from infinity to beyond'?
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Empyrean: Where Worlds Fly High
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