Life goes on its own way
leaving us for nothing to say.
What life is if thy one would think?
far below the surface he has to sink.
for when I offer it a mind
I am trapped into a defile.
An ocean of desires suppressed
waiting to be frenziedly expressed.
Life moves on its own pace
with innumerable challenges to face.
The past still lingers
With feelings unlaundered.
Also;
Comes a stage when possessions
With sympathies reserved are to be cremated
And if not;
Life leaves our character naked.
Sacrifice, determination, dedication.
The few facts of life
With them we have to strife.
The future has but tons to serve
Only if it is strived for
For
Time is a great leveler and destroyer
Past is an experience
Present is a determiner
Future is a preserver.
But life goes on its own way
leaving us for nothing to say.
Instance is that today is the future I created yesterday.
But
Life goes on its own way
Leaving us for nothing to say.
