Cycles

The sun will rise and set.

The waves will ebb and flow.

Pick up, let go.

Rise up, fall down.

Do I really matter at all?

A time to laugh,

A time to cry.

A time to be born,

A time to die.

What is the reason for my existence?

Fall in love,

Fall out of love.

Studying so hard my whole life,

Forgetting in subsequent years.

Why do I do what I do?

Vanity of vanities,

All is vanity saith the Preacher.

How true.

Take care guys,

Paul Chong.

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