Look back and cry no tears
Step front and fret self not
Turn back time is not real, a stupid game we imagine to play
What is felt now, Is it real?
A long road, till we die
Short cuts make it fast?
Time is a phenomenon
You don’t see but you know its there.
Or is it something that you have on the wall
Ticking off the life wasted.
Waiting for time to solve what’s not there.
Faces floating everywhere
Hard to memorize,Why they are there.
The world spins itself
And life spins without any sense.
Networking, making connection
Does it worth
If its just you, That doesn’t make any sense?
And you dream an Abstract hallucination
Called -life.


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