Paradigm Shift

Things may not appear as they are suppose to

Tomorrow you may hear whispers

Of what might have been

Adopted ideas by pilgrims

Birth to death eternal sin

 

I’ll never push you towards the gold

You’ll have to get there on your own

I’ll never hold you from the edge

You’ll have to look out for your own

 

A whisper pregnant with meaning

Won’t sink you like a loud stone

Be careful to who you listen to

Hear the words that are never said

 

I will push you towards the lightning

I will protect you from the storm

You’ll never be close to the edge

I’ll be the one to look out for you

 

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Walk on

Author's Note

let me know what you think

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Amazing poem and concept. You style is captivating...:)........

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

Thank you very much it means a lot to me

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....