There is a dandy on the pathThe universe contrived the perfect
Harmonious scene
For the backdrop of this persona
There is a conspiracy in this
There is a cosmic melody
Drifting on the wind
There is no determinant
There is no outcome
There is God's capricious whim
Some of us thrive
Some of us decompose
There is only
His design
I am hapless
I nest in this milieu
The canvass is always changing
I can only trust in his design
I don't see the movie on the horizon
My hope is that one day I will
Till then I strut with the flow
There is no outcome
There is God's capricious whim
Some of us thrive
Some of us decompose
There is only
His design
I am hapless
I nest in this milieu
The canvass is always changing
I can only trust in his design
I don't see the movie on the horizon
My hope is that one day I will
Till then I strut with the flow
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