everything starts to fade
and i'm starting to think things aren't great
world that seemed so tailor made
is actually according to one's fate
so i wake up and feel there is nothing real
it isn't right. it isn't fair
it only drives me crazy, crazy because i care
long ago a faith, lived deep inside my soul
but disillusion clouds my eyes and winter takes it toll
for spring has gone and will not come again
what about my dreams that will still remain?
i wont let them burn
they will have to return
will rise from the ashes and feed on flame
can't give up thinking its end of the game
there is no point in dragging the hours from the clock on the wall
instead balance myself before i fall
not gonna run away but prove what i am
be the best coz i know i can
will find my space and time
and grab all days and make them mine
so what if life is strange
one can always change
can increase or decrease
till one is at ease
buried them all, the feelings that troubled me
gonna face this life and not turn my back to reality!!!
3 comments:
Beautiful Poem. It takes some elemental awareness of oneself to distill and put forth such thoughts in poem form. Amazing stuff, S.
Apt. The poem gives the feeling when you hit yourself so hard and your telling someone how hard it hurts but only you know. It's hard to bury all the plans one makes. But that is how life is it is a virtual impossibility to know logically the finite improbability. The poem then takes a positive turn and tells the reader to go up (no other direction possible once rock bottom :) ! But, take a pause and come to think of it why is it that we humans are driven? Why is there a goal or motive? What if actually the purpose was to find there exists no such purpose? Evolution? Who needs it? You would still survive if that is the goal. The number of terrible things we don't know about and one can think of! Just a passing thought. Nice read. Post more poems you are good at it.
Thanks for helping me in my class assignment, again. Why is the blog inactive?
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