Expectation
The days are long,
The nights are short,
The world turns,
And society churns.
We long for more,
A life unadulterated,
Is there time for hope,
Or only to cope.
The days are long,
The nights are short,
I have no elucidations,
Only a blind, hopeful expectation.
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