WHO KNOWS TOMORROW
Life is like a mirage.
Like an oasis faking
Lonely travelers in a desert
Life is but a pre-designed maze
Like a tortuous jigsaw
Confusing even the wisest
Life is nothing save a façade
Like a Red-Herring
After which wild geese go
Life is not like what we know
Like a myopic human reasoning
Cutting short dreams long hoped
What then is life?
And who knows tomorrow?
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