Imagining about the days to come,
Coming so close and then getting lost,
Losing my way in never trodden turns,
Turning to see what I left in the past.
The ignorant paths curve at their will,
Willing to let me forever follow their run,
Running all day I sweat till it darks,
Darkness is again washed away by the sun.
Circling my way in the sickly maze,
Mazes taking me back to where I was before,
Before realizing anything I suddenly hear,
Hear something like a deafening roar.
Ending faster even than it came,
Coming to meet its premature death,
Death was again blooming with life,
Living I am, only to write my fate…
Coming so close and then getting lost,
Losing my way in never trodden turns,
Turning to see what I left in the past.
The ignorant paths curve at their will,
Willing to let me forever follow their run,
Running all day I sweat till it darks,
Darkness is again washed away by the sun.
Circling my way in the sickly maze,
Mazes taking me back to where I was before,
Before realizing anything I suddenly hear,
Hear something like a deafening roar.
Ending faster even than it came,
Coming to meet its premature death,
Death was again blooming with life,
Living I am, only to write my fate…
2 comments:
Good game with words... they lose themselves into next lines like flowing river... good work!
You'll successfully come out of the maze with undaunted spirit..."blooming with life...to write" (your) "fate"
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