All the times


Sometimes you have to let go.
So many times you have to forego.
All the times, you try to defeat .
Your own mistakes, yet you repeat.

Sometimes to all the times,
These are the  tiny chimes,
Which are like merry-go-round.
You feel nothing but astound.

You are a wave, nay a tide.
Pause and get ready for yet another ride.

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