It’s the beginning of a decade
One we aren’t yet aware of its facade
One we’re still behind its barricade
Though we have a glimpse of its arcade
We still can’t tell how it’ll cascade
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The Mystery, Motivation and Mastery of Life
It’s the beginning of a decade
One we aren’t yet aware of its facade
One we’re still behind its barricade
Though we have a glimpse of its arcade
We still can’t tell how it’ll cascade
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It’s the beginning of the year
Time to reflect on who we were
Throughout the course of last year
Time to design the masks we’ll wear
Throughout the course of this year
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My dear
I hope you’re aware
That there are rules to which you must adhere
Even if you’re an heir
You’ve got to sit upright on your chair
To prevent your fortune from vanishing into thin air
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When you’re lost in the mix of life
And you’re thinking of how to fix your life
To break the jinx on your life
To make your way out of the matrix
While trying to find your rectrix
And planning your emergence like the phoenix,
Get yourself adequately prepared for the remix
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When they read their manifesto
It always sounds like presto
Suddenly they lose the tempo
We get the expo
Everyday we hear the same thing
But we never see a damn thing
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They want to be the pillars
While hiding in their cellars
Amassing wealth in dollars
Under the guise of white collars
Acquiring mansions in diaspora
With views of the panorama
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Do you remember
How you neglected
Those who never blended?
Do you remember
When you descended
On the undefended?
Do you remember
Who you defrauded
And went undetected?
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The mastery of its history
Is the mystery of its story
The reply to every query is a story
The rules are obligatory
You conceive that which you perceive
And receive that which you believe
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They are up there in the loft
Looking down at the pawns in the croft
Watching as their fate drifts aloft
They say this game is not for the soft
Who mostly end up in the undercroft
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Every nanosecond
Every microsecond
Every millisecond
Every second
Someone is called to the great beyond
Leaving others in despond and desolation
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