The truth is, we’re finding hard to grasp, yet we rarely learn to this life’s whereabouts, try sticking your heart inside your mind
Until death is a prophecy that comes your way, a path we all thread to surpass, we all have have our own death sentence to glance upon
There are no bribes to fate, no backward glance that could undo life, no pleading words that change one’s destiny, and no second chances to time, if it's your own time…
If you choose to close your day, we knew how this progress stands, running into circles all day long, chasing into different hustles that bring us grace
Nobody said that this was too easy to solve, what happens into that inner fire that lights you up, yet this fear consumes and clouds up your mind o what truly matters
Each soul is born with a fate’s decree, a shadow that is casted on us until we cannot flee, that fortress wall, a mountain high enough to climb on to that couldn’t save us even from being a dead soul…
If only I could escape to this unknown death sentence through a snap of a finger, like a meek, the bold and the shy person who was once afraid of the world
In minutes we are all gone for good, and our own truth is too late to be understood even if it claims them all with remorse and threads of grief
In death, no class nor rank remains, no crown or gold that can free from death chains, we all meet the dust-each dies alone…
It only we could find that steady march that helps life to grow, even mourning into the hours of we even failed to see the real truth behind all of this
Life’s gifts are locked tightly for eternally, so let us live with a open eyes, like golden fields and boundless skies of possibilities
Each second offers what we choose, to build to love or else to lose, what’s real is here in front of all of us, no hand can even guide us from the turning gear- to cherish life and seize each day…
Choice can guide the moments near
A march to time that gives no advances
Outlive the flesh of you
Holds echoes of a beating heart
