Is a way of life,
In the mysteries
Of the solitude of Time,
Past and Present, collide
The Future, just a lie,
Life’s gap, wide
It is then, that you sadly ask
‘Who will now walk by my side? ‘
Suddenly,
You realize
That Life has passed you by,
That you are totally alone
But no longer strong
To face incessant storms,
And you cry
Hopelessly,
Timeless tears
As you verify
That there is no one at your side
And into oblivion, you silently slide….
With painful, ragged sails,Looking for a port to rest,To escape the Wind’s cold wails.Up and down and ocean bound,We’re thrown from here to there,Happiness sometimes exists,The problem is just Where?
That laidThe Golden Pen.And We,Don’t even know,How or When.
They are always present,Since our first Tribe, clusters.Unsteady word DroolersDisgusting mind, Foolers,They bribeFrom false Social Coolers,Of freebees and promisesNot Kept, Ever!With more colorsThan a Chameleon,Politicians,Can willingly killEverything!Even anything forgottenOr burnt up,But left,They’ll kill again,For They are unchangedBut always promising‘Change’!
And shared,It gives,Such pleasureTo communicate,This way!Have ideas,Share ideasMaybe evenHave some stay,And changeA grain of salt,For the better,Maybe?A little,Day by Day.
All CloudsWon’t turn to Rain,All at once…That’s howSad and lonely,Sometimes,Someone can feelWhen life has lostAt times,All significance.
Love is irrational,Can’t be defined.
