Morning and evening
come and go,
how fast they appear
no one knows.
It is only now,
I got up from bed
it is already late
for me to go to bed.
So fast days go by
I have many more
to accomplish, before
I cross the shore.
Most of them half done
few on the verge of conclusion
Will I be able to complete?
A strange illusion.
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