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There is no hope, there is no light
Time has finally taken its flight,
Left me out in the cold, cold night,
Disappeared completely out of my sight.
But, as premonitions come to pass, it gives me fright.
When time froze and things alter, will i be alright?
These occasions, faint but significant, colored my eyes white...

However, I'm tired, and busy, I definitely need to get back
To that track I traversed, with wishes I stay intact,
(During this whole experience) May the contract,
Given by none other than I, not lacked-
In determination and skill. Even though, I have had a knack
Of getting through, really of resting with more slack.
It is TIME to be strong, unwavering, just like the color black.