belief

to live with faith ,die with grace
all that i was asked for was not being a disgrace
though time made me hollow ,so that new thoughts could fill in ,
i kept it empty and fears filled in .
my dreams turned myth ,all i never wanted
but somewhere in my blankess
i still believe :
world can turn around ,just a vision is needed
concrete could turn green, will shall be its means
to unlock the chains of fear ,hope must last for ever
but thinking in real its not easy and keen ,
though i tried but couldnt succeed ,
maybe i am too old to count the sheeps,
i just want the nightmares to get healed
but the depth lasts and velocity increase ,
everyone afraid to fall i meet in streets
i wonder why i distinguish myslef, as if belief exists.

Reviews

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

Aye, winxlifee,

my dreams shall turn to myth as well, I will have to figure out a way to share these myths with my child perhaps, as long as he is in my care or under my supervision...

concrete could turn green?

no, we never too old to count the sheeps