Thursday, 20 August 2009

A poem of hopes

Time is not that bad,
Once we get use to it,
Unwanted memories are just myriad,
While fortune we put on hold at our feet.

There are those who hide behind the world,
But hiding won’t do any good,
Stories will not be foretold,
Mysteries will remain unseen the way it should not.

We try to reach out to the stars above,
Without anybody to carry us,
Leaving our empty hearts with love
Leaving our dreams in sadness.

What do you seek in life?
Behind every face lies a different persona,
What do you hope of life?
Every life shows a different agenda.

It is better to be trust,
Rather than to trust,
Because it will not be there
Waiting for us,
Not a minute nor second.

We take what we have now,
We keep what we know once it is over,
To remind us how hard life used to show,
To make us strong how life is so difficult without us suffering.

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