Let me rewind this tape, till that very specific second.
Every year passes with doubt and yet, something to look forward to.
As I go on like this, I tend to reminisce one, two, three years ago and think to myself; if only I'd known what may come to pass, those very things that has led me to now.
Those one, two, three years could be today, when one, two, three years from now id wished i did things more differently.
I need to remind myself of the future than the past.
Opinion, is synonymously challenged, at least in this context.
There were plenty, despite being spared the benefit of the doubt.
What they can’t see is what i see.
I am left with nothing to say for now because this is not yet the end.
It will never be.
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