Await.
Serene, I fold my hands and wait, nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea
I rave no more against time or fate’
For lo! My own shall come to me,
And what is mine shall know my face.
Against time.
Journey of life.
The journey of life is like a song, it will definitely end. But if you are thinking about the end...
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