NO NAME (Disjointed)

Posted by vululami on March 27, 2011 · 3 Comments 

Chocked with tears;
The soul still taste a bliss of life;
Though meeting the complexities of the world;
The skies still resembles the complexion of hope

Disclaiming the remarkable juicy side of life,
lasting memories of the hard teachings of life remains;
mistaken for a curse, there goes away our hope;
Yet like an eagle, we always learn to fly above death, and still spot the next meal

A traveller of time;
Yet we don’t always reach our goals;
The muscle tendons does sometimes refuse to take us where our hearts are at;
But sometimes the best tactic is to wait;
However, can we let time and chance take charge in the hunt of Destiny?

How did we get to this station?
Had we known from the start,
would we have agreed to go on this adventure?

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