It is cloudy here
A storming sea of minds
Winds howling, waves colliding
Eyes fall like diamonds
Souls trapped like liquid in glass
Heavy, swollen, unseen
Take me back
To when life was a garden
When we did not measure ourselves
Against glowing illusions
When beauty was not a burden
And worth was not performed
We fell! yes!
But we rose like rockets, not regrets
Now!
We chase money, recognition, noise
Children tap screens
Instead of pouring hearts at tables
We gained the world
But misplaced our joy
And now!
We drift
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Author:
RICHIE KHARIS (
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