Time has passed in no time at all
Some things grew up and something had even fall
Life is changing and keeps on changing
Every day for a new and sometimes challenging
Memories been built up and some to build on
We follow the path with a hope to chase on.
Are we blind or we pretending to be?
Or this is life which it uses to be?
All these things are like mysteries
Puzzles unsolved and creating histories
Carrying the burdens of all our deeds
Finishing this journey asking if someone to lead?
Choking in this air of this anxiety
Leaving all in the hands of almighty
Just thinking for what we are given life for
If it can’t like I am searching for?