Then the world shall be shaken,
Of a tree that ripples the echoes,
Ripping destruction upon the world in which they clash.
The cries of a broken doll,
In a garbage junk,
Consumed by time,
Seeking the almost ungraspable.
Hey you who keeps on denying what is and what was!
Be gone from my view, be gone...!
Throwing the lowest of words out of nowhere,
Faster than lifting our very own fingertips.
What seems to be of a fine, fine breed,
Was ripening a basket full of nothingness,
All time spent was all time wasted,
Worth it nothing, and nothing shall it be.
Life but a broken pieces,
A puzzle of a different set,
A beginning with no definite end,
An absolute fate, fated to be.
In our hearts it dwells,
What keeps murmuring of lights and shadows,
Thinking and talking as if it knows,
Filtering the unwanted.
O son of man, a mere human,
So weak, so fragile,
Pointing everywhere, blindfolded,
Whilst here it lies, all that you seeketh.
Walking down the road, empty handed,
Thinking it was full, with a bit of everything,
Wake up and realized nothing was left,
Just turn back fast, It is not yet too late…!!!
The time shall come, unnoticed,
Don’t take the first step, make it a thousand…!!!
-Afdhal-
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