Sometimes, explanations are never the way
Because towards the end it would all sort out.
And a time will come
when your beliefs will again change,
because we all are full of randomness.
This delinquent symphony we string along
this masochistic game you are so used to play.
And a time will come again when your know-hows will have to change
And then you will understand the depth of your deeds.
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