Caught between the lines of doubt,
Losing the time in my hand,
The clock markings taking over the hour glass sand
The non-stop ticking of the clock,
Key of doubts without its lock,
The search for the droplet within the sea,
The purity in it beyond what I see
The final destination seems so far,
The practical emotions closed in a jar,
Each warning on the way neglected,
Along the final barrier it's reflected
Filled with emotions & flowing guilt,
Weeping across the bridge I built,
The broken strings by which it hung,
The lesson learnt while I'm still young
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