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Saturday made the years twenty and seven

I'm still searching for a safe haven

And life can been a huge struggle 

Living, working, relating, many things to juggle 

Someone asked me; what's your goal? 

None just keeping my heart from growing cold

My vision: blurred but I'll keep trusting my intuition 

The mission: to never become like the things and people I badly rate no matter the twist and turns of my fate

I'm deeply scared of all the religions

I keep an open mind and respect decisions 

If I were to a choose I'd be apathetic agnostic 

I couldn't be bothered about the comments caustic 

As long as I remain true and realistic 

But I know for certain there's is a God 

Sometimes He cares,other times He's just not there

And I seek reasonable answers like Moses' Rod

To guide me safely through life's tangling affairs

It is a great honour to be considered a friend 

Friends make life's burdens easy to bear

A reason I  don't understand the new trend

Of causing pain to those who hold you dear

Yea there are friends for every season 

From people of different race, caste and class

Treachery has no justifiable reason 

Cos In the grave, we are all of the same class