The tussle of passion and compulsion,
paints love and colors life,
complete with imagination,
Yet scared of the knife.
To like and to get,
Is perhaps existence beyond fate,
One an eternal memory, other to forget,
It is never too late.
All the pursuit to nowhere,
Unending paths to any place,
With no time to spare,
Everyone wants to win the race.
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