We try and seek mysterious
get oblivious somewhere along
All illusions deemed apposite
with time prove ever so wrong
Easy it's is to nurse grudges
ostensibly another censure
While mixing remedial potions
one digresses from final cure
What's seen as affliction
proves panacea in the end
Alliances we keep spurning
broken fences finally mend
It's not about proving oneself
try living up to other's stance
Each day be filled with magic
and eve with a bit of romance
Never late to make few amends
before most of it all is lost
No good will prove all reprisal
at huge penitent personal cost
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