From noon to four in the evenings
I haven't followed them enough, I would be delighted to know
Pray tell, if you are privy to such knowledge
I think they vanish, like a lover's love
As unfathomable as it could seem, it is a degree of shallow
For all the foolish attributes one speaks of about longing
Can one answer where it often veers off
I wouldn't, rather shouldn't give in to such negativity
Or hanker on wanting to course correct all things around
But then as a mere mortal who lives, feels, and loves
How can I evade the pangs of uncertainties thereof
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