It is night-time
Everything should be fine
Yet the world in me is filled
With a melancholy hard to express
Savoured some moments of victory
As one grows stronger with the day
Yet a tinge of vulnerability
Being human one is
Walked farther
When the heart wishes to be near
The compass' needle is wavering
The direction is unclear
Seems so sure
Yet in reality uncertain
What does life bring?
Beyond one's wisdom could answer
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