Why wander here and there,
making it difficult for people to be aware.
Don't waver, stay in one place,
To help catch up one's pace.
Sometimes you are Red, Sometimes black,
Challenges pop out as an Attack.
Why create turmoil in one's mind,
People don't like being stabbed behind.
At times you are Grey, At times white,
making it easier to have a good night.
Why confuse, why cripple,
Like the waves of the sea,
that ripple.
Life is wavy, Life is surreal,
Where every moment is real.
Be Steady, Be Gentle,
As the crowd enjoys tea from the kettle.
So, don't waver, stay in one place,
To help catch up one's pace.
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