The puzzle shall fall into place
It is so different yet so familiar
History repeats yet it is so unclear
Will it happen soon, now that it has repeated again
The unspoken words, the regrets and all the same complaints remain
Because all the seasons of life have something to teach
You will learn and unlearn at every stage you reach
When things take their own turn, let that allow
The same fortune, the chaotic pieces do make sense somehow.
The silliness behind the maturity, the sheen behind the dullness will probably bloom like a flower in spring
Strange thing is, even if it is repeating, I still can't predict what this will eventually bring
But keep the faith and let good things unwind
Because as it is rightly said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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