Time ahead: A poem

We dwell on sadness and say lies
We talk madness and leave without byes
We echo darkness and be lost in time
We enjoy loneliness and smile very bright

We walk paths and hide under waves
When times are hard, we sail over lakes
Whether good or bad, we weave tales
To get away from our own mistakes

Days would pass, whether we want
Frame your words, then own your land
Stroll through leaves, crush the sand
When asked for, give your hand

Future’s colors, we never can see
Fierce storms or tranquil breeze
We never would know, what would be
Time ahead, awaits you and me

– Jan @jahnavigouri

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