Life is not always positive
There are paths of longings,
Failures and frustrations
With deep sighs, empty spaces
Whirl in fading hope
Don’t be let down by hesitations,
Fear, doubts, and vexations
You cannot change what happened
So just learn from it
When there is a chance, take it,
When opportunity is at a glance,
Raise your hand, grab it
Why there are chances?
They are born for changes.
Next time would be far,
Last time would be too late,
You can make a difference
And the answer lies on you
If there are chances, what will you do?
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