Fantasizing about what we see now.
Trying hard to make it real, but how?
It's better than the reality.
It's better than what today I see.
The greed and desire of ours seem endless.
Yet each time we try to fulfil them we become a bit more hopeless.
The rain of black washes away,
Anyone that comes in their way.
Creating a land full of dirt,
With existence of people who are dark.
Even the least of the light fades fast.
Whatever good, remains all in past.
Now they can't differentiate their fantasy from reality.
What they see now is what they'll see through eternity.
With the sad and sorrow it sends,
For all that's how it ends.
YOU ARE READING
Not a story but a piece of my mind
Poetryhow about just check it out what's inside... tell me what you think from your perspective. ? ***** writing, rhyming, making others confused - love it! ?? ~~~~~~~~ Take a chance and explore my mind! ??? Lots and lots of hearteu~~~ ❤❤❤
