Celebrate the days born on,
And mourn the times of demise,
Amidst moments sewn and torn,
Remain foolish but feel wise.
None of these were ever a choice,
Tears at birth and fears of death,
But should rejoice,
Enslaved by eternal breath.
So certain amidst uncertainty,
Are these times frivolous,
Yet the belief in destiny,
Makes one forgive the treacherous.
All this struggle to survive,
Dressed with myth and pretense,
Perhaps just succeed to deprive,
A simple innocent existence.
No comments:
Post a Comment