I want my life to mean something:
a desire of my goals to achieve
a right decision to improve better
The passage of life can be brief.
As time flies
I will work until my weakness turns into strength
My memory must bear me witness,
the passage of my life shall not be in vain.
Time is memory
I detect its passage by perceiving change:
as the spring that blooms with new life
so does the autumn leaves turns brown and fall.
As time continues to fly
Never will I compare myself to anyone
I are not above anyone
No one is above me.
As time flies, nothing remains the same
Even the world around me changes
When I get to where the comparison is dead
I will also remember, life is a journey.
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