Sometimes when the deal
You make with life, becomes a one way street,
And when you feel
The energy left within, isn’t worth wasting to plead.
You get scared
From the reminisce of the past, stripping your soul and tear,
“My dear,
This may be just the beginning of what lies for you right here”
This voice you hear,
Is it just the manifestation of all your remaining fear?
Change comes.
Life gets harsh, like a bird with broken wings
When the show is over, its part is done,
The puppet sleeps alone with its ruined strings
You search, but there is none
Disappeared is the one, whom you called friend.
But when you keep walking on that forgotten street
Bending its way rising on the mountain, you can’t retreat,
It gets sweet
When you reach the top and its calm and serene.
And you find
Every drop of tear dried,
Every bit of fear flied,
And all the darkest endless pains encountered in the way
By the deepest, bluest sea of hope, it’s been washed away.
Life unfolds.
Present starts consuming what the future holds
What exists today, will become memories untold
And when you look down the road,
You tell yourself, gazing modestly at the endless shore,
“It was all worth it, I will rise from the ashes
Of the past burnt down, future awaits me with open arms!”
Armed by the faith, your conscience does all the talking.
You get up, brush up your pants, and start walking…!
