Time. In proportion to its greatness, look at the sky
And tell me, who should look back and why?
Those who will be stuck and those who cannot see beyond
Have the same purpose, on the front.
The hour ticking, the things learned or not, what use do we see?
Apart from telling out your old self, your old me, whether to be,
Better, whether to "were" , to "will be", to definite time sessions upon
and how you get to the same place of memory, that emancipates from,
whatever holds you here and whatever holds you then.
It is no secret, it is always the fear from burn.
Missing the ways, we use to talk und think
how our eyes rolled but couldn't blink,
futile. As it seems, looking back at previous acts,
defies the willing conventions and changes the facts.
Undo all resets, restraints and mind arrests
Let the time heel as it can and your soul rests.
Δεν υπάρχουν σχόλια:
Δημοσίευση σχολίου