I hope everything goes right.
And with all my might.
It shall be fine.
But with this determination of mine.
Is it enough, can it go through?
Will success be in my view?
By then everything will shrivel up.
The drainage of our youth goes in a cup.
Containing what was and what had been.
Containing our energy within.
Then it's poured out, out in a sink.
In the sewers it goes, as fast as a wink.
So I'm guess I'm trying to say.
All I can do is work and pray.
Live for a better day.
And never say nay.
Because refusing is not the way.
Am I giving up?
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