I read,
I hear,
The world's pleasures, and pains.
'Tis fiction,
Non-fiction,
Don't know which one claims..?
Just words,
Just feelings,
Quick passing, yet stew.
My brain,
My heart,
So much pressure, who knew?
Always love,
Always hate,
Each advice born from fear.
Go Freedom,
Go Slavery,
Our distinctions not clear!
Through wars,
Through rules,
Will we ever not fleece?
What death,
What life,
Will we ever find peace?
Im sad,
Im happy,
Who formed this world curved?
A God?
A Devil?
Why are we so disturbed...?
No control,
No anarchy,
Which one steers the boat..?
We create,
We destroy,
For a celebration to note!
It's past,
It's future,
Each one is our history.
Through time,
Through space,
We repeat like a mystery.
- Author: poetsknowit ( Offline)
- Published: July 22nd, 2022 17:05
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 19
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