Wings that dont fly
Candle that dont light
Heart that don't beat
Body with no heat
Animal with no freedom
Man with no rhythm
World with no god
Spine that need rod
Mind without dreams
Heart without themes
Mirror not in shape
Years spent without age
Fear stepping ahead
Tears earning bread
Black fades to gray
Hopes in every ray
Speeding up life
Fight ending tries
Exhausted every bit
Never ending script.
Stop boy, Stop
that was just a gig
Lol, you were just tricked
YOU ARE READING
Tricked
RandomThis poem sums up our life cycle. How it speeds from zero to 100 miles per hour.. but at the end of the show we have to settle back to zero, where we started initially. Why rush?
