What could be more dreadful?
Than a run through the abyss of time
Leaving no marks and trails in your prime
Sitting on the wheels of life
The journey of misery to the afterlife
I want to erase this lines
And replace them with a better storyline
But the walls are sealed and the curtains closed
The sun never set twice a day
And life's race is cruelly not a relay
Like a garden of roses and risks
Chaos lies beneath every leap and step
A rough climb up the mountains
Yet satisfaction is deprived even at its fountain
Illusion is comforting in the face of reality
An alternative to paint life with your own ink
But it's a mirage soaked deep in irrationality
With allies and foes not so apart
Each wielding a hidden dagger in their cart
What could lie waiting at the end of the tunnel
I crawl slow for the fear of the inevitable
©gomezy
G