| Saturday, August 16, 2008 |
| In long lost slumber. |
In beginning a new phase we have forgone,
Something special and unique all along,
But what comes across meeting people and places,
Is a big world out there, contrasting to a world of ours,
Where have we lost ourselves into,
A dreary desert or a restless sea?
An unacceptable world or an unbecoming one?
Some people do manage to say,
Some puzzling riddles day to day,
That makes us think, 'why on earth?'
But yes, in a matter of seasons and time,
Things turn the other way around,
And supposedly the pieces start to fit.
Then as usual it's just too late,
And so let's just begin all over again,
Or roar about what has gone and come.
Yet, some around continue to tell the tale,
Of the worst, the future, and the present state.
Unconvinced still, in hope of time to pass,
As it came and brought with it memories to last.
The future is there, the past was there,
But the present is where? maybe somewhere.... |
posted by bereaved vendetta @ 10:30 AM  |
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