The probability of 1 today = 1000 tomorrows
Half a mistake a hundred sorrows
Time consistently brims up choices
To be made among clanging noises
No sure win situation?
1% inspiration 99% perspiration
Every angle lends a separate hue of the day
A colorless debt it cannot repay
Visions improve with quiet reflection
Complaints regrets define incomprehension
Churn the secular knowledge one borrows
Todays are infinite spectrums of tomorrows

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