You asked why? I say, it is... part of the plan You say, why not a peek at it? I say, need not. Believe. It will be grand You say, but it doesn't look like I say, you need to give time a hand You say, but it's killing me I say, no, it's polishing you, you’ll be surprised with the end Just Believe! Just Believe! But again…you still ask why!!
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There I was, at the railway station. I had ran for about 5 minutes and I was panting like an old woman, a proof of negligence towards health. When I looked at the indicator I realised that the train was late. Hush, I almost said aloud. I had to reach early today (though I don't remember when was the last time I did not had to reach early).
The place was crowded and as a woman got up for the train downtown, I managed to sneak fast to fill up the vacancy. The fan above was whirling and as it swept gush of wind on to me, I felt overwhelmed with gratitude. Now that I had a seat, I began to worry about the train. Our project was near to go-live, the client was demanding one and we were all so short of time. The del…